Demons, Demigods and Hunters (Percy Jackson/Supernatural)

Chapter 53

Anna

She snuck away while Bobby and Dean had it out over Dean's deal when they arrived in Sioux Falls.

Anna stood in the center of two roads, stabbing Eleos into the ground next to her. She sighed, looking down at the box she held in her hand. Her damn conscience got the better of her. She was already dammed, why the hell should she allow Dean to be dammed alongside her. She knelt to the ground, burying the box containing the ritual ingredients. She then waited.

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She knew the moment the demon had arrived, could feel the monstrous presence pricking at the edge of her own awareness.

"Mmm. A godling. Not just any godling either. A Ventura." A soft voice purred in her ear. Anna didn't flinch.

"I want a deal. A trade." The demon circled around her, red eyes glittering with malicious glee.

"And what does the daughter of one the bigger pains in Hell's ass want from me?" She murmured gleefully. Anna gave her a sharp look.

"A trade. My soul for Dean Winchesters. I know he made a deal. Change his contract. Give it to me instead." The demon scoffed.

"No." Anna smirked.

"Yes. What you did, trading out a human life from the Underworld? That gonna come back around and bite you in the ass faster than you think. Trade for me and I'll make sure that Lord Hades doesn't punish you to harshly." The demon smiled, it's eyes flinty.

"No. I made that deal with Dean special. You see one of the stipulations is that he can't try to get out of the deal; and if he does. Well then, little brother dies and Dean still goes to Hell. Sweetie you're about to negate his contract." Anna laughed.

"No I'm not. Dean doesn't even know I'm here. And this is what you are going to do." She drew Eleos from the ground cleanly, the blade leveled under the demon's throat. The human host's skin smoked slightly as her sword passed harmlessly through mortal flesh, but began to kill the monster inside.

"I'm listening." The demon snarled back at her. Anna smiled coldly.

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Anna walked back into the farmhouse to a surprise. It turned out that Ellen hadn't died in the Roadhouse fire after all. She'd managed to make her way to Bobby's scrapyard and the two men had brought her in. She leaned against the door fame silently, watching as Bobby set a shot glass full of holy water on the table in front of a thirty something, tough as nails brunette. The hunter in question raised an eyebrow.

"Bobby, is this really necessary?" Bobby shot Ellen a scathing glare.

"Just a belt of holy water. Shouldn't hurt." Ellen took the shot slowly, her dark eyes flashing with an unspoken challenge. She set the glass down on the table.

Anna liked her immediately.

"Whiskey, now, if you don't mind." She said with her whiskey rough voice. Dean leaned forward, a bottle in hand. Anna shook her head, retreating to another room to retrieve the bottle of her father's good whiskey from the steamer trunk.

She walked back in, ignoring the surprised looks on her friend's faces and the suspicious ones of Bobby and Ellen's. She poured everyone a generous round from her father's bottle. It had seen too much use recently. Anna raised hers, thinking about the different people who had died in the past few days.

"Ash." Came Dean's quiet voice. Everyone echoed him; and Anna caught Ellen and Bobby murmur a few extra voices before taking their own shot. She poured a second round before capping the bottle tightly and setting it aside. She resisted the urge to drink her second glass quickly, even after the morning she'd just had.

"Ellen, what happened? How'd you get out?" Dean asked her urgently. The older woman looked haunted.

"I wasn't supposed to. I was supposed to be in there with everybody else." She scoffed.

"But we ran out of pretzels, of all things. It was just dumb luck." She poured herself another shot of whiskey from the bottle Deanhad brought out originally, and let out a long breath.

"Anyway, that's when Ash called. Panic in his voice. He told me to look in the safe. Then the call cut out. By the time I got back, the flames were sky high. And everybody was dead. I couldn't have been gone more than fifteen minutes." Anna gave the woman a sympathetic look. She knew what it was like to lose so many friends all at once. To be spared through nothing more than luck and a twist of fate. She firmly blocked out the ghostly voices echoing in her memory. It didn't matter anymore, she would be facing her demons, both personal and enemy soon enough.

"I'm sorry, Ellen." Ellen took a shaky breath.

"A lot of good people died in there, and I got to live." She scoffed again. "Lucky me."

"Ellen, you mentioned a safe," Bobby said cautiously. She nodded.

"A hidden safe we keep in the basement." Anna looked over at her sharply.

"Did the demons get what was in it?"

"No." She took out a map and lay it flat on the table. There were lines drawn across it. Dean looked over Anna's shoulder. She stiffened when she realized where they were going next. She tried not to show her panic as Dean spoke.

"Wyoming. What does that mean?"