If You'll Be My Lifeboat

Title: Trembling Before God...desses
Author: vinniebatman
Fandom: Supernatural/DC Comics
Pairings: For this one, Sam Winchester/Diana Prince
Rating/Warnings: This one is teen.
Disclaimer: I hired a pack of ninjas to kidnap the owners; they were threatened with hot poker torture, chainsaws, and an exorcism. I now own all. Thank you. *Doctor's Note: Patient exhibits delusions of grandeur and any claims of ownership of either Supernatural or the DC works are pure fantasy. No harm is meant. Seriously, it's better than her throwing rocks at people.*
A/N: Okay, so I read a couple of stories showing Sam in love with various other characters. But what if he'd fallen for them while in Stanford? How would that have changed the night of the demon's return?
All parts areHERE in my memories

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Dean steered his baby through the streets of Palo Alto while he lazily rested his arm along the back of the seat.  They'd been riding in silence since San Jose; the closer they got to Sam's apartment, the greater the tension in the car.

Finally, Dean cleared his throat, then spoke.  "So... you hear about that new superhero chick in San Francisco?"

Sam turned and stared at his brother, incredulous.  "What, you mean the masked lady that seems to be a lot like Superman and flies around the West Coast, fighting crime?  Never heard of her," he smirked.

"Bitch," Dean grumbled.  "I was just trying to start a conversation.  What do they call her, anyways?  Wonderbra?"

"Nah, I'm pretty sure Wonderbra is copyrighted," Sam pointed out, grimacing as the words left his mouth.  "And this conversation just got weird."

"It did, but it's your fault.  So, new topic," Dean said.  "How about you tell me how in the hell you wound up with an Amazonian hottie for a girlfriend?  I mean, it's gotta be hard being the damsel in distress in the relationship," he smirked.

"Yeah right," Sam snorted.  "You're just pissed off because she pulled us apart and busted your lip, bloodied your nose, gave you a black eye and jacked you up against the wall in five seconds flat."

"Well, it's not my fault your girlfriend is freakishly strong," Dean blustered.

"She's not freakishly strong," Sam protested, laughing.

"Dude, even with all the training Dad put us through, she makes you seem like a girl.  Which isn't that hard, but still," Dean teased. "She's strong, and she's got some skills when it comes to fighting."

"She doesn't talk about her mom a lot, but I guess she made her study self defense before she went to college," Sam said with a shrug.

Dean turned into the building's parking lot and stopped his car.  The two brother's got out of the car, their good humor dissipating.

Sam and Dean stood outside of the apartment building next to the Impala, silent.

"You’ll call me if you find him?" Sam asked; Dean nodded.  "Maybe I can meet up with you later, huh?"

"Yeah, all right," Dean agreed, knowing that it would probably never happen.  Sam turned away from his brother and headed into the apartment.

"Sam!" Dean called out.  Sam turned to his brother, who continued.  "You know, we made a hell of a team back there."

Sam nodded. "Yeah."

The two bothers looked at each other, the silence of the night and things unsaid driving them apart.  With one last look at Dean, Sam turned away.

All of a sudden, he heard a deep rumble.  The ground seemed to roll beneath him before he realized that it wasn't an earthquake; it was a vibration, the waves of an inaudible sound rattling the doors and the windows of the building, and shaking his body.  Sam froze, an icy fear clenching his heart; it was an odd occurrence and in hunting, odd occurrences weren't just coincidences.

He flashed back to his dream.  Even though his dreams had been about blood and fire, not vibrations, he still thought of the dream.  He could still see her, pinned to the ceiling, her hair fanned out around her face, wreathed in flames as her mouth opened in a wordless cry for help.

Irrational fear clenched his gut; Sam bolted up the stairs, Dean on his heels.  When he reached his apartment, he threw the door open.  The apartment was empty; lights were on, papers and pictures scattered on the floor, but it was silent.

"Di? Diana?" he called.

Dean stood behind, frowning as he reached for his gun.

"You smell that?" Dean whispered.

"Yeah," Sam nodded.  "Sulphur."

They moved toward the bedroom, tensed.  Sam opened the door and froze.

"Holy shit," he whispered as his stomach tightened and lurched, trying to force itself up into Sam's throat.

Dean looked over Sam's shoulder, his face a matching mask of shock.

The demon stood before them, writhing and raging, pinned against the wall by an unseen force.  Its lips moved as though speaking, but its voice could not be heard.  Diana sat on the bed, her hair in disarray, nightgown torn to reveal a long, thin bruise on her abdomen.  She was alive, the knowledge relaxing his stomach.  Sam rushed to kneel before her and pulled her into his arms.  Between the adrenaline, fear, and relief coursing through him, his hands shook as he ran them up and down her back.

"God baby, I'm sorry.  I'm so sorry, I should have warned you," he murmured, his face buried in her hair as he blinked back tears.

Gently, Diana pushed him away.  Her blue eyes searched his face as she frowned.

"You knew that this would happen?"

Sam squeezed his eyes shut, leaning forward to rest his forehead on her knees.  "That thing, it killed my Mom. I thought.... I've been having dreams, seeing you die the same way she did.  I thought it was just a dream, a messed up dream about her death and you.  I'm so sorry, I didn't know it would happen."

Diana reached out and cupped his jaw.  "So you didn't know it would happen?"

"Okay, obviously this is an important conversation, but hell happened to the demon?" Dean yelled.

Diana turned to him and pierced him with a stern gaze. T he resolve in her eyes faltered as her mouth worked, trying to find an explanation.

"Look, I get that you're afraid we won't believe you," Sam conceded, clasping her hands in his.  "But we're hunters, we've been hunting dark things almost my entire life.  We'll believe you."

"You should tell them," a voice said from behind Dean.

Dean turned and took in the sight of one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen.  Tall and curvaceous with a mass of copper hair, the woman was draped in silk.

Diana rose from the bed and approached her, bowing sightly and inclining her head in a sign of respect.  Sam followed, his hand on the small of her back, afraid that she'd somehow disappear.  The woman reached out and placed two fingers under Diana's chin and raised her head.

"He loves you dearly.  He is strong enough to know, they both are," she declared with certainty.

Diana nodded, nervousness etched in the lines on her face as she glanced back at Sam.

"They may well be strong enough, but I believe the brothers will require proof," a new voice said.  The group turned toward the demon and found the source of the voice and the demon's entrapment.  It was another woman.  She had long, black hair held back by a stylized crown that covered part of her head like a helmet.  She also wore a flowing gown, but hers was shorter, her torso covered with a silver breast plate.  She was using both arms to easily pin the demon to the wall.  The demon bucked against her, but she merely rolled her eyes, her hold never faltering.

"Sammy?" Dean asked.

"Yeah?"

"Does your building have a history of hot women popping out thin air?" Dean asked, partially afraid and partially aroused by the strange women.

"Uh, not that I know of, man."  Sighing, Sam moved away and dropped heavily onto the bed.  "Jesus, this is one fucked up day."

Diana smiled softly before moving over to the heavy antique wardrobe against the far wall.  Sam and Dean watched, then sputtered as Diana effortlessly pushed the wardrobe several feet with one hand, revealing a hidden compartment.

"Jesus Christ, she really is freakishly strong," Dean proclaimed.

The copper haired woman struck with the speed of a snake, hitting Dean in the back of his head.

"What the hell?" he yelled, inching away from her.

The woman said nothing, instead choosing to watch Diana.  The dark haired young woman opened the compartment and withdrew a bag.  She sat down on the bed and handed it to Sam.

"What is it, Di?" he whispered with a frown.

She smiled timidly.

"Open it," she answered.

Sam pulled open the ties and removed a ball of fabric.  He set it on his lap and unrolled it, revealing two wide, silver bracelets, a golden crown, and a golden mask that covered someone's upper face.  Stunned, Sam reached into the bag and removed a golden coil of rope.  The pieces clicked together.

"Holy shit, you... you're her. You're Wonder Woman," he stammered.

Diana smiled weakly and nodded.  "Yes, I am."

Silence fell over the room until Dean finally spoke.

"Way to go Sammy!  Knocking boots with a superhero!"

The copper haired woman once again moved forward and slapped the back of Dean's head.

"Be silent!" she hissed.

"Hey, would you stop doing that!  If you hit me every time I say something stupid, you're gonna break me," he pointed out.

The dark haired woman who held the demon against the wall merely sighed and rolled here eyes again.

"So, what, are you an alien or something, like Superman?" Sam asked.

"No, I'm not," Diana said.  Taking a deep breath, she continued.  "I am Diana, daughter of Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons.  I am the Princess of and emissary for Themyscira."

"You're an Amazon?" Dean laughed, amused that his earlier joke about her was actually true.

Before the copper haired woman could strike again, Dean leapt away from her, smirking.

"Yes, I was born and raised on Themyscira.  When I was born, I was blessed by Aphrodite, Athena, Demeter, Hestia, Artemis, and Hermes.  That is how I received my abilities," Diana explained.

"Wait, you mean actual Goddesses, as in Mount Olympus?" Sam asked.  "That's incredible."

"Wow, that's actually pretty damn cool.  But, still, what happened to yellow eyes over there?" Dean asked, quickly glancing behind himself in fear of being struck yet again.

Diana looked down at her hands before answering, a tremor of fear running through her again.

"When the demon appeared, I was touched by pure evil for the first time.  It... I could feel the darkness, its intent.  I'd never felt anything like it before.  But since I'd been blessed by the Gods, I am somewhat connected to them.  Athena felt the demon's presence and came to my aide," Diana explained.  Dean blinked, then turned to the woman who held the demon against the wall.

"You're Athena?" Dean asked.  He turned to look at the woman who'd repeatedly struck him.  "So who are you?"

"I am Aphrodite."

"Ah shit, just my luck; I piss of a Goddess and it's the Goddess of Love," he muttered, running his hand through his hair.  "So, any ideas on how do we kill this thing?"

Aphrodite and Athena glanced at each other.

"We do not know," Athena answered.

"They are hunters," Aphrodite pointed out.  "Perhaps Artemis would assist."

Athena nodded.  "Send for her.  I tire of holding this thing; it makes me feel soiled," Athena explained, curling her lip in disgust.

A third woman suddenly appeared in the room.  Like Athena, she had long, dark hair.  However, Artemis had her's pulled back, and wore a short, functional dress and boots, and carried a bow and a quiver of arrows.

"Yes?" she asked, looking expectantly at humans.

"My Lady, this thing attacked me," Diana explained, gesturing to the demon held by Athena.

"The two young men are hunters," Athena interrupted.  "They hunt dark creatures such as this demon, which killed their mother and attempted to kill Diana.  We felt that you would be the most appropriate to deal with this matter."

Artemis narrowed her eyes as she studied the demon.  Reaching out, she drew her finger though the air.  A light appeared where her finger moved, revealing a tear in the fabric of existence.  Artemis reached into the tear and pulled out a sword.

"This will kill it," she declared, holding it out to the Winchester brothers.

Sam stepped forward, his head bowed in deference.

"Your, uh, Holiness," Sam started, wincing.  "I can't thank you enough, but it isn't our place to kill it.  Our Father has hunted it for over twenty years.  If anyone should be allowed to kill it, it should be him."

"Very well," Artemis agreed after studying them.  She looked at Aphrodite and understanding passed between them.  The Goddess of love disappeared, then reappeared only seconds later, her hand on the shoulder of a stunned John Winchester.

John reached for his gun, wildly eying the room and his sons before fixing his gaze on the demon.

"What the hell is going on boys?" he barked.

"Uh, well-," Sam started.

"Sam's dating an Amazonian Princess who was blessed by a bunch of Greek goddesses.  The demon came to kill her, so Athena, that's the one that's got the demon pinned, showed up and kicked it's ass.  Then Aphrodite and Artemis showed up and offered us a sword to kill it, but Sammy figured it was your place to kill it," Dean quickly explained.

John blinked, then looked from the demon, to Artemis, then to Aphrodite, and then to Dean, Sam and Diana, before returning his gaze to the demon and Athena.

"Okay," he said with a chuckle.  Leave it to his sons to fall in with a bunch of Goddesses.  Moving forward, he took the sword from Artemis as he bowed his head.  It never hurt to show respect.  "So what will it do? Just remove him from earth, trap him in hell?"

"No.  It will destroy him completely, wipe him from existence," Artemis explained.

The demon stilled, its eyes widening in fear.  In all its millennia, it had never even considered an eventuality such as this.  He'd hidden his actions from everyone in the heavens and hell.  All of its planning and preparation was for naught.

Athena moved away from the wall, pulling the demon with her.  She reached out with one hand, clasping Artemis' hand in hers, who joined her free hand with Aphrodite.  Athena then released the demon, the combined power of the three Goddesses holding the demon immobile.

John Winchester took a few practice swings; he'd learned how to use one over the years, but it had been a while since he'd used anything but a machete.  Taking a deep breath, he moved forward. Part of him couldn't believe that this could end so easily.  But if the sword could actually do what the Goddess promised it would, he'd do whatever she asked.  For Mary.  Shaking off his lingering doubts, John swung with all his might.  The sword whistled as the blade cut through the air, the weapon lighter than it should have been.  It cut cleanly, cleaving the demon's head from it's body.  Electricity crackled and a loud roar sounded.  The room shook as a white tear appeared in the air, dragging the demon through it.  The light and noise seemed to go on forever.  Then it closed, the sound and vibrations ending as though someone had shut off a radio.

"It's gone," John said roughly.  All of those years, and now, it was gone.  He blinked his eyes rapidly; his sons, they were safe.  It was gone.  Turning back to Artemis, he held the blade out to her.

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice thick from the relief and joy that nearly brought him to his knees in tears.

Dean and Sam were safe, all of the children were safe.  The world was safe.

"No; you must keep it.  There are other creatures that followed that one that may attempt to hurt you.  The blade will always strike true, and destroy the darkest of creatures.  Just don't use it on any spirits," Artemis said, a thin smile on her lips.

John frowned, but Athena spoke before he could.

"When you burn the remains of a spirit, they are released from the earth and go where they were meant to before their death.  Many are confused when they commit terrible acts," she explained.  "They, unlike a demon, deserve their final rest."

John clenched his fist around the hilt and nodded his head.

"Thank you," he said, his voice stronger.  "I can't... I don't have the words to say it strong enough."

The three Goddesses merely smiled at him, and a warmth and calm that John hadn't known in decades blossomed in his chest.  They then turned and inclined their heads toward Diana, who responded in kind.  The three Goddesses disappeared, the room suddenly empty, but filled with a sense of peace.

John shook his head and smiled at the tender way Sam wrapped an arm around his girlfriend.

"So, you're an Amazon?" he said, smiling at her.  She smiled nervously.

"Yes, I am Diana Prince," she said, extending her hand.  John shook it.

"Yeah, she's also Wonder Woman," Dean added. 

John's eyes widened.

"You're - wow, guess the demon really screwed up," John chuckled, a true smile gracing his lips.

Suddenly, Dean burst out in laughter.

Sam, Diana, and John looked at him, perplexed.

"Diana," Dean sputtered between laughs.  "She's a Princess, Princess Diana.  Sammy's dating Princess Di!"

The other three stared at Dean while his laughter faded to the occasional chuckle and snort.  He looked at them and shrugged.  "I thought it was funny."

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A/N: I used the 1987 version of the Wonder Woman back story as a basis for this fic.  I thought that perhaps instead of just diving into the world, she instead could have started living among other and learning about them, while hiding her identity.  It feels weird to write her being so sheepish, but Diana had no experience with men before leaving the island, and thus was a fairly naive woman when it came to matters of heart.  Kick ass, but naive.  Information can be found a the address below.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wonder_woman#1987_reboot