Demons, Demigods and Hunters (Percy Jackson/Supernatural)

Chapter 43

Anna

Anna slowed down when she spotted the two men. She carefully guided her bike over onto the shoulder of the road where Dean and Bobby were already looking over a map that was spread out on the hood of Baby. Her godfather looked tense, while Dean, well, Dean looked exactly how Annabeth did while Percy was missing.

Like he was missing an essential part of himself. The brother's odd codependency was clearly showing through, Dean's every movement agitated and restless. Anna had picked up on it almost immediately two years ago, even though the two brothers hadn't seen each other in years. That bond had only grown deeper while they hunted for the fire demon the last two years.

Their bond, while beautiful, concerned Anna. That level of emotional attachment the brothers shared; it was like Percy's fatal flaw tied up in a single person. Dean would let the world burn if it meant saving his baby brother. Anna on the other hand, would not. Even if it cost her Dean's friendship, cost her any chance at something else, something...

Anna forced herself to refocus on the situation at hand, pushing aside any silly notions; knowing that they'd never come to fruition.

She killed the engine and yanked off her helmet, ignoring the mess the helmet had made of her carefully done curls. Her chiton was ruined and she hadn't bothered to change before she'd raced out of New Rome. She had only bothered to throw on a jacket as she'd raced to meet the hunters.

Both men absorbed her presence without a word, continuing their conversation. Neither noticed her odd clothing, they were so distracted by the map. Bobby traced his hand across the map.

"This is it. All demonic signs and omens over the past month." Anna looked over the blank map. She was shocked. While the attacks had slowed, she hadn't realized by how much. She hadn't been paying close enough attention to the change in demonic activity as she should have. A sense of foreboding swept over her. They were in the calm before the storm; she could feel it in her bones. Dean glared at him.

"Are you joking? There's nothing here." Dean growled at the grizzled veteran. Bobby shrugged.

"Exactly." Anna pursed her lips.

'Not helpful, not helpful at all Bobby.' She thought. Dean needed reassurance, not her godfather's usual tendency for monosyllabic grunts. Dean ran his hands through his hair, breathing hard.

"Well, come on, there's gotta be something. What about the, the, the normal, low-level stuff? You know, exorcisms, that kind of thing." Bobby nodded.

"That's what I'm telling you. There's nothing. It's completely quiet." At this Anna couldn't keep silent.

"The hell you mean?" She snarled. After all Anna had left Camp Jupiter out of the blue to help track down one of the very few mortals she called friend, and Sam Winchester was also quite possibly one of the few decent hunters out there; one of the few who saw the world in shades of grey. She'd even considered telling him about being a demigod, but she knew if he knew about her world he would try to hunt the Greek and Roman monsters too. And she refused to let him get killed for something so pointless. Bobby glared at her out the corner of his eye, before looking a bit surprised. Now that she was off her bike, the chiton had fallen neatly round her legs, the tears up both legs hidden in the folds of the ancient style dress. She wore her leather bike jacket over it. It was an odd combination she admitted to herself.

'Not the point!' She scolded internally. Meanwhile Dean had ignored her, continuing to glare at Bobby.

"Well, how are we supposed to look for Sam? What, do we just close our eyes and point?" Ann frowned at the caustic tone. She wanted to tell him off, that snapping at Bobby wouldn't find Sam any faster, but before she could open her mouth his phone rang. She peeked over his shoulder at the caller ID. Someone named Ash was calling. Dean immediately flipped it open.

"Ash, what do you got? Hang on, let me put you on speaker." He did so, then held the phone between the three of them. Dean finally looked at her. He did a double take as a male voice crackled through the speaker. Anna chose to ignore both of the wide eyed men in favor of listening to the oddly hippy sounding caller. She would put money of the owner of the voice being either drunk or high. Or possible both.

"Okay, listen, it's a big negatory on Sam,"

"Oh, come on, man!" Dean's panic was clear. His fear for his brother was clear in his voice, worry etched in every line in his face. Anna shifted uncomfortably, her dress getting heavy and wet from the rain that was beginning to come down. She kept her eyes trained on the phone, ignoring the fluttering in her stomach as Dean's eyes roved over her body.

"You've gotta give us something. We're looking at a three thousand-mile haystack here." Dean demanded. The voice on the phone was dead serious as it responded.

"Listen, Dean. I did find something."

"Well, what?" Dean snapped back at him, impatient. Anna frowned at him and motioned for him to calm down. He ignored her, glaring at the little piece of machinery in his hand. The little black box that was giving off little monster attracting waves to come kill her. Anna prayed that the phone call would be over sooner rather than later. She did not want to have to explain her kind of monsters to Dean, especially when they had bigger issues to worry about.

"I can't talk over this line, Dean." Dean threw his hands up in frustration, almost hitting Anna in the face. She dodged it neatly.

"Come on, I don't have time for this!"

"Make time, okay?" The voice, Ash, snapped.

"Because this..."

"Get to the point." Anna interrupted, she was tired of beating around the bush. This Ash was worse than the gods damned Oracle. At least the spirit of Delphi gave you all the information she could give you all at once, no matter how cryptic. Rachel was accurate, and efficient, if a bit annoying. This dude had spent over two minutes trying to tell them they weren't safe. Well no fucking shit kiddo, get on with the vital information. Anna tuned back into the conversation.

"Not only does this almost definitely help you find your brother, this is... Ah, it's huge. So get here. Now." Ash hung up the phone. Dean groaned in frustration as he flipped his phone shut.

"I guess we're going to the Roadhouse." He looked at Anna and Bobby.

"Come on," He snapped as he moved to the Impala. Anna loaded her bike onto the back of Bobby's truck. She couldn't ride in the rain. Not in these clothes. Besides, riding in a car would give her a chance to catch up on sleep. She had a feeling she was going to need it.