Demons, Demigods and Hunters (Percy Jackson/Supernatural)

Chapter 25

Dean

A noise startled Dean awake. He sat straight up, breathing hard, trying to make sense of his surroundings. He tensed when he didn't recognize his surroundings. Dean glanced around the room.

It looked like he was in a bedroom and not in a motel. The bed was too nice, there was only one of them, and he wasn't wearing a stitch.

A soft sound next to him made him turn, and his heart stopped completely. Anna was next to him, dark hair clouding around her face, yawning. Like him, she didn't appear to be wearing anything either. All he saw was a smooth expanse of soft tanned skin, and a white sheet rumpled around her hips, a tease for what might be underneath.

"Dean, what's wrong?" She murmured sleepily. Dean was in shock. He just stared at her, watching her stretch under the blanket. She sighed again, not opening her eyes, and patted the space beside her.

"Come back here, baby, come back to sleep."

'Oh, no, what the hell?' Dean got up slowly, careful to avoid disturbing Anna, and found a pair of sweats. He walked through the apartment, what was apparently Anna's apartment, and tried to absorb the details. There was, what he assumed, tasteful art hung on the wall.

But what he found most surprising were all the photos that lined the space. Dozens of them; pictures of Sam and Anna, Anna and John, John and Nico, Nico and Dean, Dean and Sam, Dean and John. There were group pictures, and individual shots and odd candids that looked natural and fun and normal. He paused at a picture of him and Anna. It looked like they were on a beach somewhere, kissing while he took the picture.

"What the hell?" He asked softly. He found his cell phone, flipped it open, and called Sam.

"Dean?" he answered.

"Sam?"

"What is going on?" Sam sounded wary.

"I don't know. I don't know where I am."

"What? What happened?"

"Well, the uh, the djinn. It attacked me."

"The gin? You're... Drinking gin?"

"No, asshat. The djinn. The... Scary creature. Remember? It put it's hand on me and then I woke up... Next to..."

"Who?" Sam chuckled.

"Anna, hopefully?" Dean frowned.

"What?"

"Dean, you're drunk. You're drunk-dialing me."

"I am not drunk. Quit screwing around!" Dean growled.

"Look, it's late. All right, just get some sleep and, um, I'll... see you tomorrow. Okay?"

"Wait, Sam! Sam!" Sam hung up on him. Dean sighed, considered calling him back, and put the phone back in his pocket instead. He looked around, trying to figure what the hell was going on. There was a little table next to the front door. It had a bowl with some keys in it (he was bemused to see that some of them were his) and a few envelopes tossed carelessly on top. He picked up the top one to read the address.

Anna Colt 53 Barker Ave. Apt. 38, Lawrence, KS 66044

"Lawrence?" He whispered to himself. He looked at the next envelope.

Dean Winchester 53 Barker Ave. Apt. 38, Lawrence, KS 66044

"What the hell?" The second exclamation came out a little louder than he meant.

"Honey? What are you doing?" Anna asked from the doorway. Dean jumped a little before he turned to see her wrapping a long, silky robe around herself, dark hair messy and tangled around her face.

"Hey, uh, Anna, uh..." She tilted her head.

"Couldn't sleep?"

"Yeah, uh, huh." Dean tried a smile, but it felt awkward on his face. Her sliver eyes warmed, the ice he usually saw within them melting into something else, something so hot it would burn him if he wasn't careful. Something low in him tightened in response.

"Well," She said softly, a smile teasing at the edges of her mouth.

"Why don't you come back to bed, and we'll see if I can do anything to help." Dean swallowed hard and nodded.

"Sure. Yeah. In a minute. You... You, you go ahead." Her slow smile was making him dizzy.

"Okay. Don't stay up too long." She walked to where he was and leaned up on her toes to kiss him softly. Dean's head spun as she kept her lips pressed against his, her hand on his bare chest. He hadn't quite realized how much shorter than him that she was until that moment, her presence usually filling the space. He growled lightly against her lips as her fingernails lightly scratched down his waist. He could feel her smiling even before she pulled back and grinned at him. She cocked her head sideways, her expression open and cheeky.

"Seriously, come back to bed soon." She turned and walked back to the bedroom, her hips swaying in her familiar prowl.

"Jesus." Dean muttered as he tried to catch his breath. He turned, hoping to distract himself from the spiral his mind took him in.

The wall he faced had more framed photos. There were more pictures of Anna with an older man who kinda looked like her, maybe her dad? There were pictures of her and Nico, her and Annabeth and a few other curly haired, grey eyed kids. Dean was even in a few of them. To his utter bewilderment, their was even a photo of the two of them in formalwear, himself in a dress shirt and slacks and her in a smoking hot black dress. They were looking in the same direction, smiling at something, and the casual way he had his arm slung around her body made Dean's chest ache for something he wasn't supposed to have.

He glanced down at another picture, and all thought and emotion having to do with Anna stopped. He went into the bedroom and found a shirt, ignoring her startled, "Dean? Dean, honey-"

He grabbed his keys and ran for the door.