Demons, Demigods and Hunters (Percy Jackson/Supernatural)

Chapter 34

Dean

They drove toward the abandoned building. Dean was tense, he didn't want to do this. He wanted to drop Sam off, go home, and wait for Anna to come home from the base. He wanted to surprise her with breakfast and, and champagne and flowers or whatever it is girls like; and then taste and touch every inch of her newly unscarred skin that he'd never been allowed near before. He wanted to map her powerful body, and the women inside it, in his mind, and with his hands. He wanted to make up for every shitty thing he'd ever done to her, once he found out what they were.

He wanted to work in a garage. He wanted to help people by fixing their cars, doing good by repairing instead of killing. He wanted to come home to Anna every night, and one or two nights a week go visit his mom. His living, breathing mom, who loved him and loved the amazing girlfriend he somehow had. And Sam and Jess would visit, and they'd all go out to dinner. And he would propose to Anna, make her Mrs. Winchester or Mrs. Colt or whatever the hell her name actually was. He doesn't even care that he barely knows her. Everything important Dean already knew.

And maybe one day... Dean closed his eyes to keep the thoughts from piling on further. That future was something he didn't get to have. It doesn't belong to him. Nothing more than a pipe dream. He shined the flashlight at Sam, who was sleeping. Sam startled awake, eyes wild and confused.

"Where are we?" Dean gave a forced chuckle. It irritated him that this Sam was such a newbie, instead of the one he could trust to watch his back.

"Well, we're not in Kansas anymore." Sam didn't smile and Dean rolled his eyes. What a waste of a perfectly good quip.

"Illinois." Sam looked warily at the warehouse.

"And you think something's in there?" Dean looked at the building, too.

"I know it is." They crept into the building, Dean holding the flashlight with Sam walking nervously behind him.

"See? There's nothing here, Dean." His brother's voice held a distinct whine to it. Dean ignored him and turned down the hallway where he had been attacked the first time, Sam sticking close.

"Look, Anna is going to be worried sick about you. Come on, let's... Let's just go." A noise echoed through the room. Dean elbowed Sam in the gut.

"Sh!" He hissed sharply. Sam had heard the sound too, his brother freezing. At least he had some sense.

"What the hell was that?" He whispered furiously, instead of being quiet like Dean told him too.

"Stay behind me and keep your mouth shut." Dean looked into the room they were walking into, to see bodies hanging. The ones from his hallucination in the closet.

"Shit." There was a drained blood bag hanging next to one of the bodies. Sam was horrified.

"What the hell?" Sam breathed. Dean looked around and saw the woman he had been seeing. There was a blood bag hanging next to her, too. This one was full.

"It's her." He said, shocked. Sam examined the woman carefully. She began to whimper, her eyes flicking open.

"Dean, what's going on?" He asked softly. Dean grabbed him and dragged him behind a shelving unit.

"Come on!" The brothers watched as the djinn came into the room. It walked up and stood in front of the woman. She started to cry weakly.

"Where's my dad? I won't tell... No, don't." The djinn touched her face.

"Sleep." He ordered. Blue light glowed where it had touched the woman's face.

"Sleep... Sleep." Her head fell forward and she relaxed. The djinn leaned against her, touching her right arm, breathing heavily. He reached for the blood bag, and started drinking deeply. Sam gagged. Dean could have killed him as he pushed him silently away.