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Holy Water

Chapter 17: When Things Get Frisky

"Woah- Seph!"

As Persie's body sunk back into Jason's form, she was pretty impressed with herself at how much attention she was able to obtain. She didn't practice this, but apparently, it was convincing enough to worry Dean.

She felt Jason sink to his knees as he held her in his arms, and two separate hands grabbed her face and patted her "awake."

"Seph, Seph, hey, wake up for me, sweetheart," Dean's voice spoke, though it was with enough worry that she somewhat regretted agreeing to Annabeth's plan.

Persie slowly opened her eyes. "Dean? What happened?"

As soon as his green eyes met her own, the worry seemed to drift away from his expression before turning to annoyance.

"Well, Princess, you swooned," Jason told her, amusement clear in his voice. None of them noticed Nico and Annabeth slowly slip away. "Hey, Bela- that's your name isn't it? Go get someone to help, will you?"

She looked up to see Bela glaring hard at her fallen form. "Yeah, sure," she droned, before stalking away from them.

No one realized when Annabeth snapped her fingers and took Nico Di Angelo's arm as they walked into the shadows.

Well, no one who didn't already know what was going on, anyway.

Persie looked up at Jason. "She's not getting any help, is she?"

He shrugged. "I doubt it."

Dean looked between the two with something stirring in his eyes that Persie couldn't quite figure out.

"You okay?" Dean asked louder, before looking over to a waiter who was lingering around the scene with a few other strangers. "Hey, waiter!"

"Yes, sir?"

Dean placed a hand on Persie's face, looking intently into her eyes before turning back to the waiter as she let out a fake cough. Jason nudged her, and she started to wheeze, which wasn't hard to do considering Sparky's death grip around her ribcage.

"Uh, my sister has a severe shellfish allergy," Dean started, before pointing to the small breaded cakes on the tray. "There-There's no crab in that, right?"

The waiter shook his head as Jason placed a hand on the top of her forehead in false concern. "No, no sir."

"No?" Dean grabbed one of the cakes before shoving it into his mouth. After his first chew, he looked at the waiter with shocked eyes. "Well, they're excellent by the way."

A security guard walked over and looked down at the scene warily. "What seems to be the trouble?"

"Champagne," Jason cut in, "My wife here is a lightweight when it comes to the stuff."

"Is there someplace we can lay her down until she gets her sea legs back?" Dean asked, his eyes narrowing slightly at Jason's words.

The guard looked up the stairs before looking back down at them, and Persie, in her fake-inebriated state, knew that they had him right where they wanted him.

And she was right, too, as the next thing she knew, Jason was dropping her on a leather sofa and the door was shutting behind Dean Winchester, leaving the three of them alone in the museum's study.

He looked at her, annoyance flickering through his eyes. "Hey, maybe next time give me a little heads up on your plan."

Persie tilted her head. "What plan is that exactly?"

Dean's eyes narrowed. "Don't go pretending like you and Annabeth didn't go and create some sorta master plan for this crap."

Something in her sea green eyes glinted at his words. "Was that before or after you and Sam ditched us for Bela?"

He paused.

Jason, who had been watching the two like a tennis match, shifted in his stance as he looked to Dean curiously. He may not be the best at understanding girls, but even Jason knew that this dude had a thing for Persie, and Persie had a thing for Dean.

He's never seen his friend so hung up on someone before, it was almost weird seeing it happen.

Dean moved forward to sit down next to Persie, where she lay on the couch. Jason immediately felt out of place when the man took one of Persie's hands in both of his and looked her in the eye. "Seph, Sam and I did not ditch you and the blondie for Bela. We were just-"

"Just following the clues?" Persie asked, taking her hand away and crossing her arms with a huff. "Just trying to work the case?"

He leaned back slightly. "Uh-well…"

Jason noticed the air starting to humidify in the room and figured that it was prime time he got out of there. "I'm just gonna go make sure…"

Both of them were bickering, not listening to a word of what he said.

He sighed, before turning to walk out while muttering, "Yeah, you're welcome Persie, no, no, it's not that big of a deal, you know, taking a weekend to help out a friend is nothing-"

Neither Persie or Dean noticed.

"It's not my fault that Bela had a plan while the two of you didn't!"

"And it's not my fault that neither of you gave us any time to come up with a plan!" Persie exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air in sheer annoyance. "I mean, come on, Dean! Bela? Really?"

Dean's jaw dropped slightly. "What, you think she's my date or something?"

Persie rolled her eyes, but grit her teeth when she felt her cheeks start to flush with color. "No, that's not what I-"

"Your blush is tellin' me different, sweetheart," he said, his voice lowering into a sultry rasp. "I wonder how far that blush goes down."

Her eyes widened.

Was this actually happening?"

She blinked.

Dean was still there, looking sexy and hot as ever.

However, her confusion and lack of inner-sex goddess just had to go and make her look stupid. "Uh… what?"

Dean's answering laugh made her feel even more awkward, and she scooted farther away from him to avoid looking more like an idiot when he caught her wrist in his hand.

"You know that Bela asked to have sex with me?" He asked, his eyes darkening from their normal green. "Angry sex, but she still was eying me like a present she was expecting to unwrap."

She felt her breath catch in her throat.

He leaned in closer. "And you wanna know something?"

Yes, she really did.

But all she could manage was a faint nod.

"All I could think about, at that moment, Seph… was you."

Her mouth opened to say something, but her eyes were looking right at his lips.

They leaned in.

"Hey, guess what we found- oh di immortales!"

Persie and Dean jumped away from each other, turning to look at the doorway where Annabeth, Nico, and Jason were all walking in. Their eyes were wide, but it seemed like none of them were actually very surprised.

"Annabeth, you had to just walk in right at that moment?" Persie whined, throwing herself back against the couch, letting her arms cover her eyes (and her blush that still was lingering on her cheeks). "Talk about horrible timing, my gods."

Annabeth paused from where she had walked into the room and was laying her clutch on the desk. "So you didn't actually kiss?"

"No!" Persie called out from behind her arms but moved them just enough so she could see Dean, and was still slightly in shock that they almost- well, kissed, but they could've… well, it looks like she's going to need to shave.

Dean shook his head, muttering something to himself that sounded unsurprisingly like, "Talk about a serious cock block."

Persie only found herself agreeing.

"Wow, that took you a long time," Nico said dryly. "Now get over it and see what we've got for you."

Dean, for his part, looked at them instantly. However, Persie didn't take orders too well. She blamed it on being a daughter of Poseidon, and the sea don't listen to nobody, but her mother is convinced she's just difficult.

Her head tilted. I wonder how well he takes orders in-

"Persie! Stop daydreaming about loverboy!"

Dean looked over at her with a small grin, making her roll her eyes. "Shuddup, I was not-"

Jason interrupted this time. "Yes, yes you were."

She let out a long, drawn-out curse, before looking over to see Annabeth holding out a nasty-looking hand. "Oh, hey Annabeth, can you give me a hand?"

Her friend glared at her. "Seriously?"

Persie shrugged. "Well, at least I thought it was funny."

The young blonde woman sighed, shaking her head, before looking over to where Dean was sitting. "While you and Seaweed Brain here were enjoying your time alone, we got the hand," she walked forward, grabbed the handkerchief out of Dean's suit coat, and wrapped the hand inside of it before giving it over.

Jason clapped a hand on Nico's shoulder and added, "And if that's all you need from us, we're going to go do some other demigod stuff."

Annabeth and Persie looked over at them in confusion. "What do you mean, demigod stuff?" Annabeth asked.

Persie's eyebrows furrowed. "Are you going to go bar hopping without us?"

Nico grinned. "Shadow travel. Makes getting from place to place a whole lot easier-"

"But isn't it dangerous to do while intoxicated?" Annabeth demanded.

Persie leaned back from Annabeth's apparent frustration, as the other woman placed her hands on her hips and glared at the two boys in front of her. She had been on the wrong side of that glare one too many times to know they should be afraid.

"Uh… no?"

Jason rolled his eyes. "We won't be that drunk-"

"Well I better not get a call from either of you later asking for a ride home," Annabeth asserted. "Even though you apparently think it's okay to leave your dates at the party all alone, although Nico you were not really a great date anyway."

He shrugged. "I'll make sure Will knows how you feel, Owl-Head."

Dean blinked at the name. "Owl what?" He looked at Persie as if she had all the answers.

And, for her part, she did- but it would be a lot of explaining that she didn't have energy for at the moment, so she shrugged.

He pursed his lips, but nodded, knowing that they would have time to talk later.

Jason rocked back and forth on his feet, looking between the two girls with a small smile on his face. "Well, we best be off if we actually want to meet up with some of the others-"

Persie's eyes widened. "Others?"

Nico shrugged. "You didn't ask."

Jason sighed. "Frank, the Stolls, and some others from camp are meeting us there."

"The Stolls?" Annabeth repeated. She sighed, running a hand through her curls. "Now you're all just asking for trouble."

Persie grinned. "It sounds like the kind of trouble I would want to be involved with-"

"Persie no."

She looked over at her friend, placing a hand on her chest in faux shock. "I think you meant to say, Persie yes."

Dean ran a hand down his face before looking over to where Persie was still reclined back on the couch. "Why do I have the feeling this is a conversation that's been had before?"

She grinned wryly. "You're not wrong."

Jason and Nico took their chance to walk out, but Dean noticed before they could leave. "Whoah, you two don't want to finish what you started?" He asked, looking down at the hand then back at them curiously. "You're willing to just leave before seeing it through?"

Jason and Nico looked between each other, then turned back to look at Dean, nodding. "Well yeah. It's not like we signed up to fix this for you guys," Nico said. His eyes darted over to Persie. "And you already owe me two Happy Meals, by the way."

She rolled her eyes. "You will get your summoning meals soon, I know, Death Boy. Don't worry."

Dean shook his head. "I don't think I'll ever get how you guys work."

Jason shrugged. "I still haven't figured it out, dude."

Persie took off a shoe and chucked it at the son of Jupiter. "Shut up, Jason!"

"Owe!"

"You love us!"

"I never said I didn't!"

Annabeth let out a long-suffering sigh. "Just let them go, Persie. They obviously don't want to hang out with us anymore."

"Woah-"

"Now that's not fair-"

She laughed. "Just get out, you losers."

Jason shook his head. "Now that's no way to thank us-"

Nico grabbed his arm, leading him to the shadows. "I'll be back for those Happy Meals, Persie."

And without another word, they were gone, disappeared into the shadows.

Dean let out a long breath. "I don't think I'll ever get used to that."

Persie patted him on the arm. "Yeah, I still haven't either."

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The three walked down into the party space, where they immediately were met with a fuming Bela. "Well?" She asked.

Dean looked at Persie who was currently glaring at the newcomer, before turning back to Bela. "We got it," he told her, not missing the way that Persie stiffened at his words. "Any word on the ghost ship?"

Bela shook her head, though her eyes were raking over the other women's forms. She kept a look of faint disgust on her face until she looked back to Dean. "No, not a word. Though it is impressive you were able to find the hand given the fact none of you would've known about this gala if it weren't for me."

Annabeth pursed her lips, but Persie placed a hand on her friend's arm. "We would've figured it all out just fine, Bela," Persie said. "Now move along before one of us accidentally stabs you or something along those lines."

Even Dean shivered at the predatory look that came over her face, and Annabeth was only an even scarier mirror.

Bela, for her part, knew when she wasn't needed nor wanted. But it was a little disconcerting when the woman turned up her nose and walked a step over to Dean before taking him in for a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "I really enjoyed our time tonight."

Persie scoffed.

Dean looked down at Bela, whose eyes were peering up at him from underneath her lashes. If this were any other time, he probably would've been all for the attention, but something kept holding him back.

And he knew what that something was.

Or rather, who that something was.

She was far better than the woman who held onto him, and he felt assured that he didn't need Bela crawling all over him for any satisfaction.

She wasn't the one for him.

He shook the woman off and took a step closer to where Persie was standing, wrapping an arm around her waist.

Dean didn't miss the grin that had found its way across her lips at his actions, and it immediately made him all the more ecstatic for it. "I'm glad, Bela, but I can't say I shared your sentiments."

Persie's hand found its way onto his back, and he never felt happier to have an arm around a woman before.

Even if it took him a while to figure it out.

At least he came to the conclusion before he was dead.

Bela coughed. "Well, I guess I shall go find Gert."

"And we'll go find Sam," Annabeth spoke, eyeing the other blonde warily, as they took off across the room to where Sam and Gert were dancing.

Persie was surprised to see that Dean hadn't started laughing at the sight of Gert holding onto his younger brother for dear life, considering she was about to start doing exactly that. But she was too busy trying to ignore the butterflies twirling in her stomach at the feeling of Dean's hand on her bare back, which was definitely something she wanted to feel more of.

Down girl.

Maybe she did have an inner-sex goddess after all.

Perhaps Aphrodite didn't curse her as she thought?

But the way Bela salaciously smiled at her made Persie think twice.

"Well," Bela spoke, walking up to Gert with a fake smile. "Having a nice time?"

Gert was walking on cloud nine. "It's delightful," she said, a large smile on her face, as she waved around an empty champagne glass. She leaned over to give Bela a kiss on the cheek before saying lowly, "He wants me."

Persie blinked, as Dean and Annabeth looked over at Sam with matching expressions.

Sam, however, looked at Gert in fear.

Bela took Gert's arm and dragged the woman out. "I'm going to take her for a cold shower," She told them, before taking their leave.

Gert looked confused but seemed to go along with Bela as they left, still floating from the fun she had during the evening.

Dean looked over at Sam with a sigh. "You stink like sex."

Annabeth laughed and looked over at Dean. "I hate to burst your bubble, but so do you."

Persie felt her face blush as Sam looked at his brother with raised eyebrows.

"What did I miss?"