Demons, Demigods and Hunters (Percy Jackson/Supernatural)

Chapter 42

Sam

"Who the hell is she?" Dean growled. Sam followed his brother out of the bar. He shook his head.

"I don't really know. I've only met her once. Meeting up with her again, is, I dunno man. It's weird."

"And what was she saying? Huh? That I treat you like luggage? What were you, bitching about me, about Anna, to some chick?" Dean said angrily. Sam glanced over at his brother. Dean seemed even more on edge than Sam would have expected.

"I'm sorry Dean. It was when we had that huge fight and I was at that bus stop in Indiana. But that's not important, now just listen..." Dean cut him off.

"Well is there any truth to what she was saying? Am I keeping you against your will Sam?"

"Of course not. Now won't you listen?"

"What?" Dean snapped, turning around to face his brother. Sam wondered if Dean's mood had anything to do with the fact that Anna clearly decided not to stay with them that night. Especially after Meg's comments about Anna being the runaway.

"I think there's something strange is going on." Dean tried to interrupt but Sam plowed on. 'No man, I mean like our kind of strange. Like, maybe even a lead."

"Why would you say that?" Dean looked less angry and more confused.

"I met Meg weeks ago, literally on the side of the road. And now I randomly run into her in some random Chicago bar? The same bar where a waitress was slaughtered by something supernatural. The same day we run back into Anna, who was our friend, who hunted with us for six months before vanishing? Who we know almost nothing about? Don't you think that's a little weird?" Dean shrugged.

"I dunno, random coincidence. It happens. Besides Anna was your friend first." Sam sighed exasperated. Why couldn't Dean see that something was happening?

"Well yeah, it happens. But not to us. Look I could be wrong. I'm just saying there something about this girl, and this case, that I can't quite put my finger on." Sam says earnestly. Dean just scoffs.

"But I bet you'd like to.' Dean gets a teasing glint in his eye. 'Maybe she's not a suspect. Maybe you got a thing for her. Maybe you're thinking a little too much with your upstairs brain, ehh?" Dean ribbed his brother a little. Sam rolled his eyes.

"Do me a favor, check into a Meg Masters from Andover, Massachusetts. And see if you can find where Anna is, maybe help her figure out what that symbol means from the floor. Or find out something about our mysterious friend." Dean sighed, looking away.

"Yeah, and what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to watch Meg." Sam admitted quickly. Dean laughed. Sam weakly protested that he just wanted information but Dean wasn't having it.

"I'm going, I'm going. Find Anna, check into Meg, figure out that damn symbol." Dean raised his hand as he walked away. Sam groaned before going back to the bar.