Demons, Demigods and Hunters (Percy Jackson/Supernatural)

Chapter 14

Dean

Dean watched her leave the room, closing the door gently. He started towards her trunk. Pulling out his lock picks, he started to work on the padlock.

"Dean, what are you doing?" Sam asked.

"What does it look like I'm doing? She said this was everything. We know next to nothing about this chick. You told me you met her over the summer. We've got to know if we can trust her. Besides she hid the really good booze inside." Sam shook his head in disappointment.

"I don't know that much about her; but Anna is good people. Leave it alone." Dean gritted his teeth, the tumblers refusing to budge. He steadfastly worked on the lock, ignoring his brother. Sam sighed in defeat.

"Fine, but I am going to shower. I don't want to smell like smoke anymore." Sam left the room. Dean kept going on the lock.

"Hey! What are you doing!" Dean instinctively lashes out. A small, olive toned hand catches his fist in a surprisingly strong grip. What looks like a eighteen year old kid with black floppy hair and dark eyes is glaring at him. Something about the kid is unsettling.

"Nico?" Anna walks into the room after him. The kid turns around, a guilty look flashing across his face. It eases the tension that had begun to condense in his stomach. Dean stands up quickly, shoving his lock picks back into his pocket.

"Blu, why are there *Θνητός hunters stinking of smoke in your apartment?" The kid asked quietly.

"Nico, what are you doing here? I just hung up with...' Anna glanced at Dean, 'Mr. Brunner. He was going to send someone from Reyna's side of the family to pick it up."

"I came to check in with you. You're supposed to be retired. I don't want you dragged back into everything just because Mr. Brunner is paranoid! You could die Blu!" Nico looked angry while Anna looked sad. Dean felt as though he was intruding on something private.

He also didn't miss that they were having two conversations at once, one of which Dean was not supposed to understand. It was also the exact opposite conversation he recently had with his own brother. Dean shifted his feet uncomfortably.

*"This is my responsibility Nico, and you know it. E tornato, Nico. I demoni cammineranno oltre il velo se non li fermo. Questi sono bravi uomini, anche per i cacciatori. Gli dei l'hanno decretato, quindi deve essere fatto. Non ho altra scelta." Anna switched to another language, her mouth smoothly rolling over the rhythmic syllables of the foreign language.

*"Morirai." Nico said shortly. Anna shrugged, and stepped forward, hugging the kid.

*"I know Nico. I've accepted it a long time ago. Ti amo piccolo fratellino." Nico returned Anna's hug tightly.

*"Ti amo grande sorella. Stai attento." Nico released Anna. He marched across the room to where Dean still stood.

"You," Nico stabbed a finger into Dean's chest. "You keep my sister alive you hear? Last time she ran with Θνητός hunters she almost died. I don't want to bury another member of my family." Dean was nodded.

'Sister?'

Anna's eyes were an icy grey, sharp and clear in her tanned face. Nico's were so dark they were nearly black; and they were angry in his olive toned skin. Her hair was a warm dark brunette with large natural curls, while Nico's was straight and black. The only resemblance he could find was the way they moved. They both behaved like predators. Fluid, powerful, dangerous. Alert, wary and careful. But he recognized the same protective instinct burning in both of their eyes. It was the same one he had whenever he'd driven up to California to make sure not a single monster, ghost, ghoul, or other creature of the night got within a hundred miles of his baby brother. The same one that he wore now, as he was desperate to find his dad, and to protect Sammy from the demon that had killed their mom, and Sammy's girlfriend. He nodded at the kid.

"I get it kid. I'll take care of her." Nico nodded and picked up the trunk before walking out the door without looking at Anna again. Anna's expression crumpled at the angry dismissal from her brother. He recognized that look too. He'd worn it every time the door had opened and it wasn't Sam walking his lanky ass back through it after he had left. Or every time his phone rang and it wasn't his dad on the line.

"He and I adopted each other. That's why we don't look anything alike." She answered his silent question before walking into her room without a backwards glance. Dean slumped into the couch, empty whiskey glass in hand.

He ran a hand over his face.

'What the hell have Sammy and I gotten ourselves into?'

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Translations:

*mortal

(Greek)

*It has returned Nico. Demons will walk beyond the veil if I don't stop them. The gods have decreed it, so must be done. I have no other choice.
*You will die
*I love you little brother
*I love you big sister. Be careful.

(Italian)