Demons, Demigods and Hunters (Percy Jackson/Supernatural)

Chapter 77

Anna

"You guys better beat it, before the paramedics get here." Bobby warned.

"What are you going to tell them?" Sam asked. Bobby fixed him with a stern look.

"You guys think you invented lying to the cops? I'll figure something out." He held out a book of lore, bound in brown leather. 'Here, take this. You might need it."

"Thanks." The boys said. Anna picked her bag up from it's place next to the front door. She was ready to leave. She couldn't look at Meg's corpse anymore. Not when she, of all people, should have realized that the poor girl was possessed. Anna kept her expression carefully neutral, choosing not to reveal her inner turmoil. Her stomach churned as she stepped out onto the porch. Bobby came up behind her as the boys walked to the Impala, Nico ducking into the backseat. Anna was going to follow them on her bike, unable to bear leaving it behind. Her godfather's hand on her arm, prevented her from leaving. They stood in silence on that porch for a minute before she broke. If it wasn't Bobby, she wouldn't have said a word. But to have back the last adult from her life before camp, not even she could blame her for her momentary weakness.

"I should have seen it Bobby.' She whispered. 'You and Abba taught me better than that." A single tear escaped her control and rolled down her cheek.

"Yeah, you should have. But from what I hear you also lived with the idjit greeks for eight years and then retired for a year and a half. Not entirely your fault that you got rusty. You did what you could by that girl. Now you be careful Isolde. I just found you, I don't plan on losing you before I go." Anna nodded, still not facing him. Bobby gave a gruff chuckle. He squeezed her arm before heading back inside. Anna walked up to her bike and secured her bag. She gave a sharp whistle. Mrs. O'Leary bounded up behind her. Anna gave her a good scratch behind the ears.

"Go home girl. I'll call if I need you." She whispered. The dog woofed before leaping straight into the shadows of the house. Anna waited for Mrs. O'Leary to leave before revving her engine. She roared out of the salvage yard.