I groan as my body aches and lies stiff in the rocky terrain. Where am I? What happened? What's gong on?! Who am I?
I open my eyes carefully and my vision is blurred but I manage to make out a lake and a beautiful grassy landscape. My attire is torn to shreds exposing my bleeding stomach. I place my hand on it and wince. I manage to get my vision to clear and I sit up and smack my head off of a boulder. I let out a loud cry and lie back down. I pant and open my eyes again. This time when I sit up I shift around the rock and lean against it for support. My legs shake as I stand and look around. A bright light runs over the land and jumps me. What was that? Where did it come from? Voices talk behind me and I panic and crouch behind the rock again. My blood battered wings smack off the rock and I jump, I had no idea I had wings! Or at least I couldn't remember....
I try to curl them up behind me but hey fumble and fold in a very awkward pattern. Suddenly the voices get louder and foot steps come towards me. I panic even more and tears slide down my face. Why can't I understand anything? I shut my eyes and wish I could understand. I completely forget about the weird beings. When one of them places a big hand on my shoulder I jump and open my eyes wide. A bright light is flashed in my face and I panic all over again. The giant hand belonged to a man with longish hair and a perfectly sculpted face, brown eyes that shined in the light. His eyebrows were furrowed and his voice was calming. Yet not calming enough. Who where these people? What did they want with me? I jumped and tried to slide back away from them but smacked my head off of the boulder behind me and blacked out.
When I regained consciousness again I was faced with gorgeous emerald green eyes and a grey stubble on the mans face. His breath rushed over my face and it smelt like beer and pie. It was quite a pleasurable mixture actually. His face had a taste of slight worry but it was mostly expressionless. His hand grabbed my face as my head wobbled back and forth.
" Hey." A groggy voice came through to me.
" Hey!" This time a little louder.
The man surveyed my face and said it again, " Hey!"
This time it was crystal clear and it jumped me. I shot back but tipped over in the chair, landing on the floor. I scrambled to get away from them and get to my feet but something solid stopped me from going back any further. Stopping cold where I was I slowly glance behind me and see a pair of legs. I follow them up and see the mans face from earlier, his brown eyes bore down on me. Damn he's tall. I lick my bloody, bruised lips and try to back away from him but arms wrap around my waste and I'm hoisted into the air. I'm slung over someone's shoulder and I panic. Kicking and screaming I try to wriggle loose from the mans grip. I don't budge. I'm carried into a room and set down on a bed. The man looks down at me and cocks his head slightly to the side. The other one follows him and shuts the door behind him. My heart races and I begin to hyperventilate. The taller man tries to calm me down and sits next to me on the bed.
" Hey hey it's okay we aren't going to hurt you."
" Yea sure. Depends on what she knows." The other man scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest.
The tall man glared at him and shook his head. I look up at him and he smiles softly,
" It's alright we just want to ask you a few questions."
I nod and calm down a little bit. The man smiles and stands next to the other.
" Is there a way to send all angels back to heaven?" The tall man asks.
I frown and cock my head sideways slightly, " Heaven?"
The smaller man scoffs and throws his hands into the air, " Great. Now she's gonna screw with us."
" Dean she probably doesn't remember anything she hit her head pretty hard."
" Dean?" I ask. The shorter man looks at me.
" Does she know you?" The taller one asks quietly
Dean shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders
" You're Dean..." I say pointing to the shorter man
He nods, frowning and I point to the taller man and frown, " Sam." He answers
" Sam." I repeat quietly
It's almost like a switch is flipped when Sam looks at Dean after I say that
" She's learning our names."
Dean's eyes get wide and he looks at Sam " No shit Sherlock."
I smile a little and Dean notices and smiles with me. " She has a sense of humor."
Sam rolls his eyes and leaves the room.
" Should I take her with me when I leave?" Dean yells after Sam
" You Might as well give her a tour of the bunker she's probably gonna be here a while."
He yells back.
And with that Dean grins and holds out a hand to me. I cautiously take it and he leads me out of the bedroom. He shows me the entire bunker, top to bottom. He tells me there are a few rooms he can't show me and I don't question it. To be fair I have calmed down enough that I'm hungry but I don't want to interrupt him.
He takes me to another bedroom and tells me I can use it to sleep... if I do that sort of thing. I give a small smile and nod, appreciating his openness to me in his home.
After we left the bedroom he grinned at me and patted me on the shoulder," Now you know the bunker why don't you come with me and we can get to know you hmm?" He suggests with a wink.
I raise my eyebrows at him in a way my uncle Loki would and slowly nod. I can't remember a thing at all about who I am but maybe I can tell them a few things.
I follow Dean into the library where his brother is reading and I sit down next to him. Sam makes me feel comfortable for some reason. Sam doesn't lift his focus from his book and I curl my legs into my chest and wait in the chair patiently for a conversation to start.
" So," dean says, pulling up a chair on the other side of the table and grabs Sam's book from him. Sam glares at him and clears his throat, sitting up. " Who are you and where are you from?"
I give them blank stares and look between them. My mouth opens to say something but nothing comes out. Sam shifts towards me more and his stare bores into me.
" I um, I don't know."
Deans sighs and nods, " Okay, well we know you're an angel but how do you still have your wings shouldn't they have burned off in the fall?"
Then something hits me, " Because I'm a Valkyrie. I'm stronger than the average Christianus angel so they're still in tack. Damaged but in tack."
Sam is slightly surprised by my sudden memory Jump, " Anything else you remember?"
My mind jogs again and I remember more, " My father is Thor. God of thunder in the Norse realm."
Dean jumped to his feet and grabbed his laptop, frantically typing things in and Sam turn to face me completely.
" Anything else? We need to know as much as possible about you to see if all angels fell."
I frown and try to think, " Um, uh."
" Thor had a daughter named Prudar, Valkyries are considered to be the offspring of Norse royalty." Dean reads aloud
" So your name is Prudar." Sam states
My mind connects the dots and I jump to connect Sam's eyes with my own, " Yes! But for some reason the name Rue is coming up. I think my mother would call me it for a nickname."
Sam smiled and influenced me to keep going. The memories were still very foggy but some where breaking through.
" My father and I would practice battling every day because I'm the head warrior for all the Valkyries."
Dean and Sam exchanged a smile and I could tell I was being helpful.
I knew now I was a Valkyrie named Prudar from my father Thor and I was called Rue for a shorter nickname.
