Demons, Demigods and Hunters (Percy Jackson/Supernatural)

Chapter 54

Dean

"Howdy, Jake." Dean felt his face harden when they finally catch sight of the man who'd stabbed Sam. The five of them walked out of the woods and into the cemetery, guns, or in Anna's case sword, raised. Jake's eyes widened when they landed on Sam.

"Wait... You were dead. I killed you." Sam scoffed.

"Yeah? Well next time, finish the job."

"I did!" Jake insisted. "I cut clean through your spinal cord, man. You can't be alive. You can't be." Dean didn't meet Sam's brief glance, just kept his gun trained on Jake.

"Okay, just take it real easy there, son." Bobby was speaking to Jake slowly. Jake turned to the older man.

"And if I don't?"

"Wait and see." Anna warned coldly. Dean didn't need to look over to see the terrifying look on her face. She's always had this mine are bigger attitude that could scare off just about anything; and knowing the details on her life, Dean knew she'd usually be right. But he didn't want to see her hurt, especially because they were facing a crazy gunman with powers from a demon. Sam stepped forward, taking point. Jake chuckled.

"What, you a tough guy all of a sudden? What are you gonna do? Kill me?" He asked derisively. Sam shrugged, keeping his gun steady.

"It's a thought." The soldier didn't look impressed.

"You had your chance. You couldn't."

"I won't make that mistake twice." Sam snarled. Jake started laughing, and Dean saw red. The bastard who had killed Sammy was laughing in their faces. He moved to click off the safety on his pistol.

"What are you smiling at, you little bitch?" He growled. Jake grinned, still chuckling, and looked at Anna.

"Hey sweetheart, do me a favor. Put a gun to your head." Dean's heart stuttered as Anna dropped Eleos into the dirt before slowly drawing one of the guns holstered at her hip. She glanced at Dean as she placed the gun to her temple with a steady hand. She looked terrified. But something in her eyes didn't seem quite right. Dean wasn't sure what. His hand shook slightly, his vision tunneling on the muzzle of her weapon near her silver eyes. Adrenaline poured through him as his mind registered the fear he felt. The sheer terror that Anna, his smart, strong, clever Anna might die. He'd lost Sammy once this week, if Anna dies, he doesn't think he'd survive it.

"See that Ava girl was right. Once you give in to it, there's all sorts of new Jedi mind tricks you can learn." Jake taunted. Sam was furious.

"Let her go." Anna looked at the boys calmly. Suddenly all the fear was gone, leaving behind nothing but her usual poker face. Giving away nothing.

"Shoot him." She ordered. Jake glared at her.

"You'll be mopping up skull before you get a shot off." Dean's heart started up again, helpless rage threatening to overwhelm him. Anna didn't even acknowledge Jake's comment as she kept her gaze trained on Dean. He shook his head at her. Jake made eye contact with each of them, but didn't bother compelling them. He knew he had them.

"Everybody, put your guns down. Except you, sweetheart." He winked at Anna, leering at her. Possessive fury curled through his gut as Jake's eye wandered up and down Anna's body. Dean felt his lips lift in a snarl as he lowered his gun, hearing Bobby, Sam, and Ellen do the same. Anna looked irritated with everyone. Jake smiled.

"Okay. Thank you." He turned and pulled the Colt out of his pocket. He inserted it into the crypt door. Anna reacted immediately, her gun firing at Jake. Dean dove for his gun and so did Sam. When he came out of his roll he saw Sam standing over Jake, who was bleeding out and gasping for air.