Demons, Demigods and Hunters (Percy Jackson/Supernatural)

Chaper 59

Anna

Anna stopped in Black Oak, Indiana for the night. She hopped off the bike before peeling back her shirt. Her jacket was in tatters from the claws of the gryffon attack earlier that day. The jacket had unceremoniously been deposited into the trash, nothing more than a bloody rag by the time she'd managed to tug it off.

It was a shame, she'd really liked that jacket.

The burns from the Chimera's fiery breath still stung, even if the nectar and ambrosia had already fixed most of it up the day before. She hissed in pain as the fabric pulled on her torn skin. She pulled out her cell phone, dialing with one hand as she eased the rest of her destroyed shirt off her body.

"Hello?" Dean asked. Anna tossed her ruined and bloody clothing onto the floor. She ran water, testing the temperature with her finger. She switched the phone to her other cheek, balancing it on her shoulder as she wet a hand towel.

"Hey Dean." Anna sucked in a sharp breath as she dabbed the water onto her torso.

"Where are you? Are you ok? What's going on?" He asked insantly, sounding worried. She heard Sam tell Dean to make a left.

"I got a bit side tracked, and got attacked on my way there. I'm in Indiana right now. I may be a few more days."

"Shit Anna, are you ok?" Tears stung her eyes as she cleaned the blood away. She would need to remove all the debris from the wounds before she could take even a sip of nectar. She heard Sam's voice in the background, asking Dean what was going on. Something inside her warmed at the concern in both of their voices. While her family would care, it had been a long time since anyone at camp would have considered her current injuries to be worrisome. This wouldn't even have warranted a stay in the infirmary.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine. I just need to rest up for a night. My bike isn't really built for a bruised torso." She reassured them, although the affect was slightly marred when her voice hitched a little as her hand slipped. She heard the car pull up and park through the phone.

"Doesn't sound like it's just a bruised torso Anna." Dean scolded. Anna frowned. He was getting better at reading her. She wasn't sure if she liked that or not.

"Ok, maybe a few cracked ribs and a few scrapes too." She pretended to admit as she continued to wash the blood off. Those injuries would match up anything the godly food wouldn't heal by the time she saw them next. Dean sighed.

"Well we're dealing with a nest of vampires. Dad's old friend was killed by them." Anna stopped what she was doing, hands frozen, the blood dripping off the towel as it hovered btween her body and the sink.

"A nest of what?" Anna asked sharply.

"Vampires. I know, I know it's kind of silly." Anna's hands shook. The bloody hand towel dropped into the sink with a soft plop. A hand crept up towards her neck, almost subconsciously.

"No. You're wrong. They're extinct. Have been for years." She said, swallowing down her fear.

"Well, they've made one hell of a come back. Anyways our dad is in town, so take as much time as you need." Dean kept going, completely oblivious to how dangerous this hunt would be.

"No. I'll be there by morning. You be careful Dean. I'm serious. Whatever you think you know about bloodsuckers, throw it away. They are much much worse, and much much harder to kill than you think." Anna hung up without giving Dean the chance to respond. She groaned as she turned on the shower.

'This is going to hurt.'

Anna dug out the ambrosia and left it on the counter.

She was going to need it if she planned on making a fourteen hour drive that night.