Demons, Demigods and Hunters (Percy Jackson/Supernatural)

Chapter 60

Anna

Anna roared into the small town. She pulled out her phone. Sam had texted her the address to an old barn where they suspected the nest to be. She revved the engine before tearing down the highway.

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She pulled up just as the brothers Winchester and an older man tore out of the barn like bats out of hell. She pulled her bike in a tight circle, engine still rumbling, ready to leave at a moments notice.

"They won't follow. They'll wait until tonight. Once a vampire gets your scent it's for life." The older man said, glancing around as they came to a stop, breathing heavily. Anna swallowed hard. She knew that better than anyone.

"So what the hell do we do now?" Dean demanded. The older man barely even glanced at her, but Anna knew that he'd registered her presence.

"We find the nearest funeral home, that's what." The older man said nonchalantly. Sam and Dean looked confused. Anna closed her eyes, composing herself before sliding up the visor of her helmet.

"I passed one on my way into town. We can go there now." John Winchester finally deigned to look at her.

"And who are you?" Anna leaned forward on her bike, casually resting on her forearms.

"Anna, Anna Colt." John glanced back at his boys. Sam stepped around his father and gave her a hug.

"You made it." She smiled at him tiredly. Even after eating as much ambrosia as she could without spontaneously combusting, she was still exhausted and sore. Some of the deeper cuts hadn't even healed. She'd been forced to give herself stitches. Anna barely managed to prevent herself from wincing when Sam's arms tightened around her waist. Luckily the new riding jacket was bulky enough to cover the lumps the bandages left. She reached up and ruffled Sam's hair, ignoring the painful twinge in her side from the stretch.

"Sorry Short Stuff. I meant to get here yesterday, but I got held up." Dean stepped up to her next, a warm, well muscled arm snaking around her waist with a gentle squeeze. Anna laughed pushing both boys away and got off her bike to give them both proper hugs. When it was Dean's turn again, he turned his assessing green eyes onto her.

"You ok? Last night you said you were attacked?" Dean turned her shoulders from side to side as he looked her over, carefully scanning her body for any sign of injury. She smiled at him gently, letting him check her over. Most of her injuries and bruising was hidden under her clothing; no place he could spot for now. Anna shrugged.

"I'm fine. The thing is dead. The rest is not important." She stepped around the brothers, facing the eldest Winchester. 'You must be John. I've heard a lot about you." She stuck out her hand. John shook it causally.

"All good I hope." The eldest Winchester said with a small smirk. Anna just winked and tapped the side of her nose. Both Dean and Sam spluttered incredulously. Anna ignored her two friends entirely as she clapped her hands together, projecting a confidence she didn't feel.

"Alright, let's rob a funeral home."