Demons, Demigods and Hunters (Percy Jackson/Supernatural)

Chapter 5

Anna

"Who are you? What do you want?" Sam demanded. Anna coughed weakly. After he'd gotten back his senses he'd lunged at her. With three cracked ribs, sixty stitches and a thousand and one bruises Anna was in no shape to fight off a man a foot taller than her. He'd tied her tightly to a chair and dragged her under the same sigil they'd used on Meg last week.

Then he'd called Dean.

The eldest Winchester stood in the doorway, a dark look on his face

"Short Stuff it's me. I'm Anna. Sam, please." She repeated, begging him to see the truth. Dean finally reacted. He stalked forward, growling at her.

"No. You don't say her name. We sent her body home with her brother. Now who, or what, the hell are you?" He reaches up to smack her face. Anna threw herself backwards, smashing the wooden chair under her body weight. Her wrist made a funny cracking sound, sending a new kind of pain shooting through her body. Anna sucked in a howl of pain. She stood up and deliberately stepped out of the trap. She raised her hands, ignoring the horrible pain in her wrist. Anna was pretty sure she just fractured it.

"Not a demon." Dean just lunges for her again.

"Then you're something else. I'll kill you for stealing her face." He snarled. Anna dropped and rolled out of reach. Sam tried to grab her from the other side. She ducked away, lightly tapping at the pressure points going up his spine. Sam wobbled and fell over. A second later he sprung to his feet. Her back was to a corner. Newly resurrected brain was really putting a damper on her thinking skills. Both boys advanced on her as she slowly hobbled backwards. The front door slammed.

"Bobby!" Anna yelped. The old man barged into the room.

"Woah woah, what's going on in here?" He asked, stepping between Anna and the boys.

"And what happened to my chair?" He added as he took in the room. Anna waved her uninjured hand towards the brothers,

"Ask them. All I wanted was a cup of coffee." She wheezed. Anna felt something tighten and burn in her side. She pressed a hand over it, trying to stay upright. Bobby did a double take and lunged to catch her before she fell.

"Bobby, get away from that thing. It's not Anna. She's dead. You can't let yourself be tricked just because you want her back" Dean warned. Anna gripped Bobby's arm tightly. Her legs felt like jello.

"Dean, it's Anna. We faked it. Ok? She never actually died. Now what did you two idjits do while I was out?" The room was silent except for her ragged breathing.

"Bobby?" Anna said weakly. She hated how vulnerable she was. How weak she felt. But at the moment, she really didn't have a choice. Resurrected, injured and tired; Anna was running on less than fumes. And it was starting to show.

"Yeah kid?" He asked gruffly.

"I think I..." Anna never finished her sentence. She slumped over, giving into the dark haze as the adrenaline left her system.