Zoe bolted to the best spot for cover – the closet. Thankfully, Dally had a good sized closet so she could fit pretty well. First things first, she laid a salt line next to the door.
She pulled out her cell phone (emergencies only) and dialed. "Pick up Dad!"
"Zoe? What-?"
"Dad, help! Dally and her mom are demons!" Thumps came from the door. Thunk, thunk. Zoe pushed her body against the door, keeping it sealed.
"What? Are you sure?"
"Well, they're trying to kill me! That should be one hint!" THUNK. Was that her lamp? "I think I can exorcise her, but-"
"Zoe be careful! We're on our way!"
"Hurry!" The blonde hung up and shoved the track phone down the side her boot. Slowly, she started putting less and less pressure on the door. The door was soon flung open by the demon possessing Dally.
"Gotcha bitch."
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus,"
"Stop it!" the demon shrieked, swiping pink nails at Zoe's chest. However, 5 years at a demigod camp would teach you a few things, and Zoe ducked out of the way, just in time. She rolled under Dally's arm and flung salt to gain herself a few more seconds.
"omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii," Zoe chanted, barely hesitating under the glare of the demon's black eyes.
"Gah! Come here you little shit!"
Zoe calmly flung the last of her salt at the hell-spawn and continued her chant. "omnis congregatio et secta diabolica."
The demon had recovered, though, and the black eyed creature grabbed the nearest sharp object, an exacto knife they were using to cut out cool shapes for their poster, intending to swipe at her face. Zoe dodged the best she could, earning a long and painful scrape across her ribs. She gasped in pain, and was slammed against the wall by the demon's power.
Barely able to talk, Zoe muttered another line. "Ergo, draco maledicte." Then the wounded teen winced through clenched teeth.
"Ecclesiam tuam securi," The door flung open to reveal Percy, Dean, and Sam. "tibi facias libertate servire," Percy continued.
Startled by the new hunters in the room, the demon lost focus, and Zoe fell to the floor. Sam rushed over, worried by the amount of blood coming from her wound.
"I'm fine," Zoe tried to tell the younger Winchester. "H-help my dad." But Sam wouldn't hear any of it. He took off his outer flannel layer and wrapped it around her skinny waist to stop the bleeding.
"te rogamus," Dean said, tag team exorcizing.
"audi nos!" Percy finished.
Dally sunk to the floor and screamed, releasing all of the demon's essence back to hell.
"Zoe!"
"I-I'm fine. He-help Dally."
"No, you're not fine." Percy slung off his backpack and pulled out a first aid kit. He dabbed some alcoholic disinfectant on the wound.
Zoe hissed.
"Winchesters. Check and see if the girl is okay."
Sam and Dean nodded and knelt next to the brunette in the middle of the room.
"Here. Eat quickly." Percy handed over a square of ambrosia. "The Sam and Dean can't see you eating this."
Zoe obliged and quickly ate the god food. The square tasted of her Grandma Sally's chocolate chip cookies that were always dyed blue for some odd reason. She smiled, embracing the warm feeling.
While she had been enjoying the ambrosia, Percy had finished wrapping gauze around her middle section.
"Ok, that should be fine for a little while. The ambrosia should help, but it will still need to heal a bit longer."
"Thanks, Dad."
"You're welcome, sweetie. Although, don't think that you're not in trouble. If you come across a monster as serious as a demon-"
"I know, I know, call you and wait for you to take care of it. Stay out of the line of fire." Zoe rolled her eyes.
Percy looked at his daughter, the golden princess curls, the tan skin, and the warrior attitude and was reminded of Annabeth. Annabeth and Zoe could've passed for clones they looked so similar. The only physical thing she inherited from Percy was her sea green eyes.
Oh, Annabeth… It's been 14 years and it still hurts to think about her…
Shaking himself out of his self-loathing thoughts, Percy stood and reached a hand to help her get up off the ground. Zoe accepted.
"Percy? She's alive."
What? I updated this? Blasphemy!
No seriously, I surprised myself by updating. Hopefully I can do so again soon. I'm in a writing mood, it might get finished soon. Or maybe not. I don't make promises I can't keep. Plus school, my birthday, ASB elections, and soccer is coming up. I'll shut up with excuses.
Oh gawd. Red lines everywhere... I regret putting Latin in this chapter.
In other news, Winchesters! It appears they don't know everything... That's it for now, so, bye!
C'ya~
SemiPeacefulHippie
