The Winchester Sister

Chapter 39 - Guess Who's Back?

A/N: I'm taking a wild turn for at least the next few chapters. I've been watching a lot of Marvel recently, so, I have a really big Bucky Barnes/Sebastian Stan obsession at the moment! Blame them! <3 

While Dean gets Sammy into the car, I hurl Crowley into the boot where there was a demon's trap. "Go ahead. I'll follow." Dean nods and gets in the car, driving away at a speed that made his tires screech. I get on my bike and turn the key but it doesn't start. I try the key again and it doesn't start. I crouch down and examine the gas tank to find the gas had all leaked to the floor. It was fine earlier. I feel a sudden pain in my head and fall to the ground, unconscious. 

I tear open my eyes and notice the restraints on my body, preventing me from moving. I look at the machinery above me and people in lab coats surrounding me. "Where am I? Who are you?" A man in a suit steps forward. 

"Ah, Miss Winchester, you awaken." This person had a distinctly Russian accent as his 'V' sounds were very prominent to where a 'W' sound should take place. 

"Let me guess." I start. "You're either the Thule or affiliated with them. Which is it?"

"Affiliated." The man answers. "We are much older than the Thule. Much older."

"How old?" I ask, curiously. 

"Dating back to the Cucuteni-Trypillia Culture." I widen my eyes. "We've had many names over the years but, for the last 500 years or so, we've gone by Chimera."

"A hybrid creature from Greek Mythology. Nice." I sneer and he gives me a condescending smile.

"We are called Chimera because we take bits and pieces from everywhere to create perfection." The man replies. "You are probably wondering why you are here." Fair question. "My dear, dear Nephew loves comics. Specifically Marvel comics. I was inspired by the transition of a man that my Nephew told me about. So, I decided to create my own little serum to see if it works and who better to test it on than Ashlee Winchester. The person who escaped The most highly guarded Thule facility."

"You've got to be kidding me? Comic books are not real." 

"Nor are all the creatures that you fight according to everyone else." He snaps back and one of the lab coats places a needle into my vein, and attach it to a fluid bag that contains a yellow substance. That does not look good. I begin to struggle. "Soon, you'll be our own Winter Soldier." No. No. No. No. I begin to scream in pain as a fiery sensation rushes through my veins which causes me to pass out. Again. 

I open my eyes to a blurry image of Doctors surrounding me. I immediately shoot out my left arm and grab the nearest Doctor by the throat, and snap it. I'm stabbed in the heart with another needle and feel myself drift away again. 

I jolt awake at the feeling of a rush of electricity going through me and I open my eyes to face the man in a suit again. "Who are you?" I bite out. I never got his name.  

"Where are my manners?" He says, sarcastically. "Commander Vanya Popov. I'm the Leader of Chimera. It's been in my family for generations."

"So, basically, nepotism rather than hard work." He backhands me. Yep, a bruise was forming. "I'm curious, I'm not exactly willing to do your dirty work, so, how on earth will you make me? I've been tortured by a lot of people. None have succeeded in breaking me."

"Those people were idiots." Popov states. "It's all well and good in torturing but you do not get any far with it only on its own." I raise an eyebrow. "There's a psychological factor to take in. Mind games would be a better saying."

"You plan to mind control me?" I frown in confusion. 

"Not mind control per say but completely erasing your memories and feelings to make you malleable to our ideas. We will train you rigorous in combat and educate your mind in several languages to make you the perfect assassin. The perfect killer."