Demons, Demigods and Hunters (Percy Jackson/Supernatural)

Chapter 15

Anna

Anna strapped Eleos onto her back, sliding the scabbard strap over her leather riding jacket. Her backpack was repacked into a saddle bag, where she left most of her weapons. Anything she couldn't fit onto the bike she left behind. She followed Dean across the country, empty roads letting them both race down the highway at speeds that would have given Nico grey hairs and an ulcer. Dean flashed his warning lights at her as they approached a gas station once they crossed into Colorado. Anna pulled in behind Dean. She spotted Sam fast asleep in the front seat.

"Where are we headed again?" Anna asked as she pulled off her helmet, shaking out her hair. She checked her fuel levels as she talked. Her bike had been a gift from Nico when she had decided to go to Stanford for college. He'd had Leo modify it so that it used almost no gas, and so that it was insanely comfortable. But she had just driven it across three states almost nonstop. She was ready to stretch her legs, and she probably needed some gas. But when she checked, to her surprise, the tank was still mostly full. Anna decided to top it off anyways. If she didn't it would look suspicious. Dean leaned against his car as he filled his own tank.

"Blackwater Ridge; it's where the coordinates left by our dad lead." Anna nodded. She paid for her gas and checked on her bag. She reached behind her to touch Eleos, the weight both intimately familiar and completely foreign.

"What is that?" Dean nodded to Eleos. Anna reached back to touch her sword again.

"An old friend." Anna patted the sheath lovingly. Dean just looked confused.

"She's a last resort. For most beasties I've got my .45s." Anna reached around to the small of her back, where her modified pistols lived. Dean nodded. He showed her a matching set of Colt M1911A1's. Anna laughed a little when she saw them.

"What?"

"Nothing, just that you boys are the Winchesters, and my last name is Colt. We're a human gun show." Dean smirked a little before he got back in his car. Anna swung her leg back over the seat of her bike, securely tugging her helmet back over her head. The Impala rumbled to life and Anna's bike followed it back onto the open road.