Demons, Demigods and Hunters (Percy Jackson/Supernatural)

Chapter 38

Dean

Dean sat on the hood of the Impala, a note in his hand. Sam walked up next to him.

"I don't think she's coming back Sammy. It's been almost a two months since she ditched us back in Lawrence." He crumpled up the beer can in his hand before throwing it away. 'She didn't even pick up when we tried to call her after that rawhide." Sam took the note from his brother. They had found it in Anna's almost completely empty duffle in the trunk of the Impala.

                Dear Sam and Dean,

By the time you've read this I'll be long gone. Don't bother looking for me, you won't find me. I need to sort out a few family things before I keep hunting the thing that killed Jess.
I have a few leads on my own projects that I need to follow up on. I know finding your dad is important. So you go find your dad, at this point he is the only one with leads to the yellow eyed demon. But now that I'm not retired I have other things to find and kill, preferably before they kill me.

I left you a burner. Inside that phone is a number. If you are ever in serious trouble, call that number. It will bring you help I can vouch for. These past few months have been great with you boys, but this next part I have to do on my own.

If you don't hear from me within two months, take that phone and make sure you burn it.

      Be safe,

A. Colt

Dean looked at Sam. They took out the burner phone, leaving it on the hood of Baby.

"We didn't try the number Dean. The one she said to use if we were ever in trouble." Sam offered quietly.

"It was always too late. By the time we were in trouble, we got to busy to call it." Dean grunted. Sam shrugged.

"Tell you the truth, when we went to Nebraska I was going to call it. If seeing Reverend Le Grange hadn't worked I was going to call that number." Dean's mouth tightened in disapproval, Sam sighed.

"Let's give her another week. If we don't hear from her then we'll burn it. One more week." Dean nodded in agreement. Sam pocketed both the note and the phone. They got back into the car.

"Chicago, here we come." Dean muttered putting Baby into gear. The car rumbled to life and they swung back onto the interstate.