Demons, Demigods and Hunters (Percy Jackson/Supernatural)

Chapter 81

Anna

"You're not mad?" Dean asked cautiously.

"For what?" John asked softly.

"Using a bullet." Dean answered promptly, like the good soldier he was

"Mad?" John scoffed. "I'm proud of you. You know, Sam and I, we can get pretty obsessed. But you, you watch out for this family. You always have." Anna felt that something was wrong. Off. She eyed John Winchester warily just as the lights started to flicker, and the wind began to howl.

"It found us. It's here." John announced.

"The demon." Sam breathed. Anna immediately began to check her salt lines even as John ordered Sam to double check them too. Even if they were next to useless, it made her feel more secure. But something was wrong. She could feel it, and demigod intuition is exactly what kept her alive during the wars.

"Dean you got the gun? Give it to me." John ordered as he peered out the window. Anna started to edge towards her weapons in the corner even as Dean argued with his father.

"Sam tried to shoot the demon in Salvation and it vanished."

"Dean this is me, I won't miss. Now hurry." John insisted, then he switched tracks, pleading with his son.

"Son please. Give me the gun." Then he switched again to angry. His rapidly changing emotions were going to give her whiplash.

"What are you doing?" Anna wrapped her hand around the hilt of Eleos. She knew something was wrong. She drew her sword as quietly as she could. Dean looked from his father to the gun in his hand.

"He'd be furious." Dean mumbled to himself. Anna looked at him sharply.

"What?" John snapped. Dean glanced up.

"That I'd wasted a bullet. He wouldn't be proud of me, he'd tear me a new one. You're not my dad." And he cocked the gun, pointing it levelly at John Winchester's head. Anna circled round next to him, pointing Eleos at his throat. This was not her kill. Not yet at least.

"Dean what the hell is going on?" Sam shouted coming back into the room. 'Anna what are you doing?"

"Your brother and friend have lost their minds." Not-John insisted.

"I don't think this man is John Winchester." Anna said evenly. Dean nodded firmly in agreement.

"It's not dad. I think he's possessed. I think he's been possessed since we rescued him..." Dean snarled.

"Don't listen to them Sammy." Not-John insisted. Anna edged closer, nudging his clavicle with her blade.

"Dean how do you know?" Sam asked, trying to defuse the room.

"I don't know, he seems different." Dean said hopelessly. Anna tipped her head to the side, looking for the signs of demonic possession. She knew in the pit of her stomach that something was wrong. She knew that the wrongness came from John. But she was out of practice, like Bobby said. She couldn't be sure he was possessed. But Anna was sure John Winchester was the enemy here.

"We don't have time for this," Not-John said, irritated. 'Sam you wanna kill this demon, you gotta trust me." John coaxed. Anna shook her head.

"I don't know what, but something is wrong, and the only new element is him." Anna said evenly. Sam looked between both sides, indecision and pain written across his face.

"No. No." Sam breathed, edging behind Dean and Anna. Not-John just looked vaguely disappointed.

"Fine. If you're so sure of it. Go ahead. Kill me." Not-John dared. Anna glanced at the brothers. Dean looked indecisive. His hand shook, and he hesitated.

'Di Immortales. Didn't we just have this gods be damned conversation?'

Anna lunged forward, swiping with her sword. The edge of the blade nicked his shoulder, the golden sand of monsters touched with immortal metal trickling out, but the demon was faster. Eleos was ripped out of her hand as all three of them were pinned against the wall. Not-John blinked and suddenly his eyes were yellow. Anna snarled.

"Well, you found me." The demon taunted, holding the Colt. He sauntered closer to Anna before brushing his mouth against the shell of her ear.

"Ventura." He whispered.

"I'm going to kill you." Anna snarled, jerking her body as far forward as she could.

"Aww, that'd be a neat trick." He scoffed as he trailed his fingers down her cheek before patting it patronizingly.

"Get your hands off her you sick fuck." Dean growled. The demon ignored him entirely as he began to pace, taunting them all.

"You know that little exorcism of yours? That was my daughter. The one in the alley? That was my boy." Dean scoffed, looking up to the ceiling.

"You've got to be kidding me."

"I could have killed you all a hundred different times, a hundred different ways by now, but this. This was worth the wait."

"Then get on with it." Anna snapped. 'I hate monologues." The demon in John's body strolled back over to her. Leaning in close he whispered to her, as though they shared a secret.

"I will. In my own sweet time Ventura. See," He suddenly spoke at a normal volume.

"You're special." Anna flinched at the use of her real last name. He abruptly turned around towards Dean.

"See you and her are a lot alike. But then again, you already knew that Dean. You're both desperate to mask all this pain. She hides behind a revolving door of lies and you, you have your jokes to hide behind. Hide from the truth."

"Oh yeah? And what is that?" Dean challenges. The fire demon ignored him, switching tack. Taunting, goading.

"You know... You fight for them, but the truth is, you're the needy one. The clingy one. They don't need you. Not like you need them. Sam is John's favorite, you know? And Anna? Anna here doesn't even trust you enough to share her real name, anything about her past really. She could abandon you at the drop of a hat and you wouldn't be able to stop her. You... Well, you're just useful, and you barely manage to even be that." Demon John smiles as he taunts Dean. Dean's expression froze for a minute.

"Yeah well I bet you're real proud of your kids too huh? Oh wait I forgot. I wasted them." Dean spat back, a cruel smile teasing the edges of his mouth. The demon smiled back for a moment, then snapped his head around to Anna.

The pain was almost worse than when she'd had splinters synchronized swimming in her body. It hurt more than anything Luke and his army had done to her in that arena. She bit down on her lip, refusing to scream; but then the pain intensified and now the scream couldn't claw its way out of her throat. Blood dripped down her body, warm and cold all at once.

"No! Anna!" Both Winchester boys shouted her name. But she was to buried in the haze of pain, too focused on the feeling of blood dripping out of her body to really understand what they were shouting. All she heard was the demon whispering into her ear.

"I did say you were special, didn't I?"