Demons, Demigods and Hunters (Percy Jackson/Supernatural)

Chapter 25

Anna

Anna limped behind the Collins family, as Dean and Sam took point with the flare guns. They'd found more gasoline with the packs, so her sword was refueled, a zippo lighter at the ready. Eleos shone in the dull light of the mine shaft. A low growl echoed through the tunnel.

"Looks like someone's home for supper." Dean quipped.

"We'll never outrun it." Haley said. Dean turns back to survey their ragged group. Anna shook her head slowly. She could barely keep up the slow walking pace they had going at the moment. She'd managed to sneak another small bite of ambrosia to help hurry her healing and to help stave off the pain. But taking anymore would actually heal her, which would expose her. No matter how much she likes the Winchester brothers so far, she doesn't trust them. She'd have to heal the old fashioned way until she could change her clothing to hide the healing wounds. Dean looks at Sam, some kind of silent communication flowing between the two brothers.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Dean asked Sam. Anna looked at him when he glanced back. She rolled her eyes when she recognized the martyr look she gotten used to seeing in Luke before he had gone dark side with Kronos. Then she learned to recognize it on Percy's face every time he lead half bloods into battle. Then on each and every one of her friends before charging into a fight. She'd even worn it a few times. She pursed her lips but didn't contest his plan.

"Yeah, I think so." Sam muttered. Dean took a deep breath as he shuffled away from the group.

"Alright, listen to me. Stay with Sam, he's going to get you out of here." He ordered.

"What are you going to do?" Haley asked. Anna slowly edged up to the front of the group. Dean just winked at her before walking down another branch of the mine. Anna followed him, slower, as Dean started to shouting insults at the wendigo. Anna rolled her eyes as she circled him, sweeping the dark corners and the deeper shadows of the mine.

"Yeah, that's right! Bring it on baby!" He roared, "I taste good!" His voice echoed down the shaft. Anna continued to watch his back, keeping her feet light and silent. Dean turned to glare at her.

"Anna go with Sammy." He ordered. Anna just smirked.

"No." She turned around and shouted down the shaft.

"We're right here bitch!" Her own voice echoed down the tunnel.

"Sam needs to rescue them on his own." Dean frowned even as he accepted her response. Starting down the tunnel again, the two of them shouted as loudly as they could. Another growl echoed through the tunnels. They looked at each other.

"We went down the wrong way." They heard the blast of a flare gun and Anna and Dean both took off down towards where they heard the wendigo. Anna lit the fuel in her sword, adrenaline fueling her. They came skidding to a stop just as the monster had cornered Sam and the Collins.

"Hey!" Dean shouted as he pulled the trigger. The flare hit the wendigo, center mass, but as it went up in flames it staggered towards Anna and Dean, snarling with its claws fully extended. Anna leapt forward, slashing down on the hunched over wendigo, taking its head in a single smooth stroke before it could reach either of them.

"Not bad huh?" Dean asked as they watched the corpse burn. Anna laughed.