Demons, Demigods and Hunters (Percy Jackson/Supernatural)

Chapter 51

Dean

Dean knew what he did was stupid. So stupid that if either Anna or his brother found out, they'd kill him. But it was also justice, he should have died already; so in a way what he did was making it right. Even if his brother and friend wouldn't see it that way. He prayed that the demon came through. Pulling into the driveway of the house they'd taken over he steadied his breathing. It had to work. Dean just sold his soul for his brother. He better be fine. Dean raced into the house.

"Sam?" As soon as he got inside his eyes landed on Anna and Sam sitting at the table.

"Sammy? Thank God." He pulled Sam to his feet and pulled him into a tight embrace. Sam was chuckling. Right, Dean was being weird. No chick flick moments. Sam cannot know what he did.

"Ow, uh, Dean..." Dean released him and stood back, carefully inspecting his baby brother, just like he had a thousand thousand times before. Heart beat, check. Deep even breathing, check. Puppy dog eyes looking at Dean like he's crazy, check.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, man. I'm just... I'm just happy to see you up and around, that's all." Sam nodded, and looked confused. What did Anna tell him? Better yet, what was Dean going to tell them? It was turning into quite a mess.

"Sit down boys." Anna commanded them quietly. Obediently Sam sat, and Dean sat opposite him. He made another cursory check of Sam, making sure he was ok.

"Okay. Dean... What happened to me?" Dean looked nervously at Anna. He'd just up and run out the door. He had no clue what Anna told him. And right now, Dean trusted Anna's judgement. He wasn't going to fuck up anything she did to protect Sam while he'd been gone.

"Well, what do you remember?" Sam looked down at the table before he started.

"Well Anna said I got stabbed." Sam said, frowning as he thought, "I remember that I saw you and Anna and Bobby, and... I felt this pain. This sharp pain, like... white-hot, you know, and then you started running at me, and... That's about it." Dean nodded. He didn't know that he'd died. Good.

"Yeah, that... That kid, stabbed you in the back. You lost a lot of blood, you know... It was pretty touch and go for a while." Sam was looking between the two of them. Anna's face was a blank mask.

"But Dean, you can't... You can't patch up a wound that bad." Dean grinned and wrapped his arm around Anna's warm body pressed into his side, a comforting presence. It felt natural. Right. Dean mentally shook himself. Cover story. ASAP.

"No, but she could. Thank God she stuck around with us all this time huh?" Sam nodded in acceptance. Anna had patched all of them too many times from all sorts of wounds effectively for him to question Dean too much. Anna herself made incredible recoveries all the time, so his cover story wasn't complete bull. Well it was, but Sam didn't need to know that. He kept going, looking at Sam.

"Who was that kid, anyway?"

"His name's Jake. Did you get him?" Dean shook his head.

"No, he disappeared into the woods." Anna snarled.

"Coward." She spat out. Dean looked at her more closely in surprise. She looked terrible, as though she hasn't eaten or slept in days. Her body was beaten and bruised as though she'd gone out and gotten into multiple fights recently. Dean should have noticed that earlier, but he'd been to wrapped up in Sam that he'd completely forgotten that he had other people to take care of. Dean was angry with himself. He should have paid attention to her, known she was hurt, and helped her. Patched her up at the very least, but he should have made sure she didn't get into those fights those in the first place. Sam was getting angry.

"We've got to find him, Dean. And I swear I'm gonna tear that son of a bitch apart." He stood, and Dean stood with him. Anna stayed seated, clenching and unclenching her fists in anger. Dean put his hands on Sam's shoulders.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy, Van Damme. You just woke up, all right? Let's get you something to eat. Huh? You want something to eat?" Sam nodded. Anna stood abruptly. Her usual dispassionate mask and fallen back over her features, no sign of the anger she'd just displayed left.

"Bobby left some food for us." She marched out of the room and when Dean tried to follow, she shot him a glare so fierce, he took a half step back. Dean had a sinking feeling that Anna knew exactly what he did. And she was not happy about it.