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Apollo blinks.
He’s 99% certain he wasn’t here a second ago, he was in bed crocheting and watching doctor who, not standing in a cold, dark alley. He takes a quick look around, finding a familiar figure standing next to him.
“Thena?”
“Po! Thank god, where the fuck are we?” Athena, Apollos sister, asks, relieved.
“No clue,” Apollo replies with a shrug.
“Shouldn’t you be more worried about this?! Unless you remember how we got here?”
“Nope.”
Athena glares at him. Apollo stares back. Athena sighs. Apollo gets tackled.
He’s thrown into a wall with a grunt, and what the hell?! How is this person so fast? He blinks, clearing the blur from his vision to a woman with blonde hair, brown eyes and- the heck?! Shark teeth?!
She grins at him, opening her mouth to speak, but a bottle shattering on the side of her head interrupts her. She turns to Athena with a snarl, not looking at all hurt, but Athena’s not deterred, already holding another bottle. But before she can do anything with it, the blonde woman’s head is dropping.
Literally.
Her decapitated head is falling from her body and Apollo thinks he might puke.
“You okay?”
There’s a vaguely familiar looking man holding a machete. He’s tall with chin length brown hair, wearing T-shirt, a jacket and jeans and had just cut off the shark woman’s head with a fudging machete!
Apollo quickly backs up to his sister's side away from the machete wielding man and the shark woman’s still body.
“Before you freak out-“ the man starts.
But he’s interrupted by Athena blurting, “Sam Winchester?”
Apollo turns to her, incredulous, before turning back to the man, eyes widening. Holy moly. That’s why he looks so familiar. Sam Winchester from the fictional show Supernatural. Sam’s eyes immediately narrow, going from nervous and comforting, to suspicious and hard.
“How do you know my name?” he demands.
“I saw it,” she quickly replies and Apollo decides then and there to go along with whatever she’s planning, since she watched Supernatural far, far more than he did.
He only watched her favourite episodes, like when they were stuck in a tv land or where they hopped to the ‘real’ world by jumping through a window. And the other few things he knows are things she told him so… yeah. Leaving it to her.
“What do you mean you ‘saw it’?” Sam asks.
“I’m a seer. I saw a future based mainly around you and your brother,” she replies without even twitching.
“Dean?” he whispers, before tensing up. “Why should I believe you?”
“Tell me something that happened recently and I can tell you more about it. Stuff I couldn't normally know.”
Sam scowls.
“Dean’s in Hell.”
Well, fudge.
“For you, right? You were stabbed and to bring you back, he made a deal,” she tries.
“You could have known that without being a seer,” he scoffs.
“A soldier!”
“What?”
“A toy soldier! Jammed in the door of the impala,” she answers, looking determined.
Sam’s eyes widen, startled.
Apollo looks back and forth between them, kinda wishing he had snacks.
“Ok, say I believe you, why tell me?”
“Because you need to know two things. One, you cannot trust Ruby, she will use you and many will die and two, even without your help, Dean will come back from Hell.”