Demons, Demigods and Hunters (Percy Jackson/Supernatural)

Chapter 35

Dean

"Dean! Dean!"

Dean opened his eyes to a panicking Sam. He realized that he was hanging from his wrists, a blood bag hanging next to him. Anna stood next to him fury and fear stark on her every feature. For once she wasn't hiding behind a mask, broadcasting her emotions to the world. Sam was muttering as he tapped the side of Dean's face.

"Wake up, come on, wake up damnit!"

"Gods, how could you have been so stupid." Anna muttered angrily even as she was motioning at Sam to pull the tube out of Dean's throat.

"Come on, Dean, wake up, come on, wake up! You're better than this you Ιδιωτικός γιος ενός σκύλου!" She finished in another language as she gently lifted his body so that his wrists would be less strained by the ropes. She was strong. He put it down to adrenaline.

Dean managed to make his gaze focus on Anna. She frowned sternly at him.

"Don't you dare scare us like that again." She ordered, even as she cleared her expression of all fear, leaving only mild concern behind.

"Ah, Auntie Em. There's no place like home." He managed to croak out. Sam chuckled, relieved.

"Thank God. I thought we lost you for a second." He pulled the tube out of Dean's neck. Speaking was taking up a lot of energy.

"You almost did."

"Do you have any idea what I did, to get here in time to help rescue you? The favors I pulled? The debts I've agreed too? The Stolls might make me help them steal Clarisse's landmines again! " Anna continued to scold even as she let him down. Dean could see the fear swimming in her silver eyes though. He knew she was worried. Sam reached up to start cutting through the rope. Dean turned to see two bright blue eyes next to him.

"Sam!" He tried to warn. Anna didn't flinch when the djinn knocked the knife out of Sam's hands. She growled something in that foreign language as she smoothly unsheathed her sword. She gracefully lunged at the djinn, quickly loping his head off. The four metals in the blade glinted as Anna sliced through the ropes. Dean would have crumpled to the floor if Sam didn't catch him in time. While Sam fussed over Dean, Anna checked the girl's pulse.

"She's still alive!" Anna carefully pulled the tube out of her neck and drew her sword again. Being short, the length of the blade helped her cut through the ropes quickly. The girl fell onto Anna, her arms wrapped around the standing woman's neck.

"I gotcha, I gotcha. You're going to be ok honey." Anna murmured soothingly as she sheathed the blade with a practiced motion.

"Land mines?" Sam asked, confused. Anna ignored him.

"I've got you, you're safe now." Anna kept reassuring the girl. She made the familiar three claws gesture as she smoothed the girl's hair away from her face. Dean watched her move, the grace and power that screamed predator. It had been missing in the other place. God, how didn't he notice sooner? She was all wrong back there. How could he have ever imagined that he could have settled for less? For that Not-Anna? Dean shook his head, trying the clear the last of the images he'd had of kissing Anna away. She wasn't his, not in either universe. Anna should only have ever belonged to Anna. But he still remembered his promise to her.

The djinn did show him one thing. That apple pie life he'd once teased Sam over; looked pretty damn good. And he was going to give it back to Anna.

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Translation:

*idiotic son of a bitch

(Greek)