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Holy Water

22: I Know You Get Deja Vu

Dean was still pacing back and forth in their small motel room like a caged tiger. He was mumbling that they should be trying to find Persie instead of waiting around like two imbeciles, among other choice words, and Sam was feeling a lot of pressure to try and locate their missing companion.

Finally, the younger Winchester had enough. "Dean, will you sit down?"

His brother stopped, looking at him with wide eyes. "Have you found her?"

He looked down at the phone on the table in front of him with a gulp, before turning back to his laptop where he was using any sort of tracing software imaginable. "No, not yet."

Dean let out a huff. "Then, no. I'm not just going to sit here-"

"Well, you're standing," Sam said dryly.

"And wait to figure out that Seph was killed!"

"Are you going to do anything besides just pacing around like a lunatic?"

Dean threw his hands in the air. "You're the computer guy, not me!"

"Then sit down and shut up, Dean. I'm doing my best."

But was he?

Sam remembered how Persie was able to get the location of Bela by asking one of her friends from camp. At least, that's what he thought Bobby told him.

He should just call her.

Sam picked up the phone and searched through his contacts.

Annabeth Chase.

He really should just call her.

So called, he did.

Dean paused in his pacing. "Who're you-"

"What happened now?"

Sam jolted at the sudden voice on the other end of the phone. "Uh… what?"

Annabeth sighed on her end. "Sam Winchester, I know that you might not be used to dealing with people who don't need a lot of explaining, considering I've met your brother and I know you travel with Persie, but don't take me for a fool."

He blinked.

"What happened to Persie, now? I know you wouldn't be calling me this soon after the last case otherwise."

Dean stomped over to lean in and listen to her voice on the phone, taking a step back when he recognized the voice. "Dude, she gave you her number?"

Sam bit back a sigh. "Is that what you're concerned with, now?"

"Was that Dean?"

"Yes, that was my brother."

"Where's Persie?"

Sam rubbed a hand on his neck. "Well, she-"

"Shit, is she missing again?"

His eyebrows furrowed. "Again?"

Dean leaned in closer. "Again what?"

"Sam, answer me- is Persie missing?"

Sam let out a breath. "Yes, she is. She went missing while we were hunting a vampire- she chased it down an alleyway and we haven't seen her since."

A long stretch of silence on the other end of the line made Sam think that she either dropped the phone or something had happened.

But as soon as he opened his mouth to speak, she responded, "Where are you?" Sam gave her their location, and she let out a hum. "Okay, I'll be there with backup within the hour. Stay put, the both of you. I don't need you running off and ruining my plan."

"You have a plan?"

Dean's eyebrows shot up. "She has a plan?"

"Haven't you heard, Sam? I always have a plan. I'll see you in an hour."

She hung up without any other word.

"Well, it sounds like she's coming here with backup. And apparently, they'll be showing up in an hour," Sam said, looking over at Dean, who was now leaning against the wall with a grim look on his face. "And apparently she has a plan."

Dean shook his head. "How does she even have a plan when she has no idea what the hell is going on over here?"

Sam shrugged. "I think it's a demigod thing, I don't know." He let out another sigh. "But what I do know is that I'll keep looking on my end to see if something pops up."

Dean nodded stiffly. "And I'll…" his voice trailed off. "I don't know, but I know I ain't calling Bobby until I absolutely have to."

Sam winced. "Agreed."

The next hour passed slowly. Sam was continuing to try and track down where Persie might have been held captive, and kept coming up on dead ends. Dean, however, was still a mess. Sam wondered how his brother would cope if anything bad actually did happen.

He pushed that thought away. Nothing was going to happen. Persie was a demigod, she had been through a lot, he knew that.

But why was something nagging at him in the back of his mind? What if this was greater than all of them?

"You still coming up with nothing?" Dean asked, for what must've been the hundredth time.

Sam didn't bother answering, and continued to try and trace the phone that Persie still had on her person.

Not that it was made with anything that could be traced.

She was a demigod who attracted monsters with her phone calls, of course.

Of course, the demigods at camp who were in that one cabin that invented things came up with an untraceable phone.

And the one time that they needed to trace a phone to the point of no return… it happened to be one that was magically untraceable.

But still, Sam held to the fact that science was science and magic was magic.

They didn't mix, but that didn't mean that he could try.

Dean was sharpening his machete on a whetstone, his lips pursed into a frown. At least now, he wasn't pacing.

But the sound of the metal machete on the stone was starting to make him even more pressed for results.

A storm was coming.

"Well, it's been an hour. And I don't need the demigods to come running in and tell me what we need to do. First, we find Seph," Dean spoke as he stopped sharpening his weapon. "Then, we find Gordon. Third, we stop the vampire."

Sam nodded. "That seems like a good way to put it. We just gotta figure out where she is, first."

Dean tilted his head. "You think Gordon has her?"

"If he had her, I think he'd want us to know."

He sucked in a breath. "You think it's the vamp, then?"

Sam shrugged. "If she's been taken by one of them, yeah. I think it's the vamp. Gordon would want us to find him so he could kill us. The vampire? I don't think he wants us to find him at all."

Dean nodded. "He would have her at his nest."

"Wherever that may be."

Dean stood up. "So we find the nest, then we find Seph?"

Before Sam could reply, the shrill sound of Dean's phone went off.

Dean quickly got his phone out, only to frown when he saw what name popped up. "What?!"

"I don't like it when people hold grudges against me, and more to the point, I'd rather you didn't kill me, so I went ahead and found Gordon's exact location for you."

Sam didn't need to ask who had called his brother.

It was all written on his face.

However, it was that moment that ten people walked out of the shadows all at once, nearing scaring Sam half to death. He grabbed for his gun, about to shoot, only to have it zapped out of his hands by a girl in black with eyeliner and a silver circlet around her head.

Annabeth smiled and waved.

Dean, for his part, didn't bat an eyelid. "You're a hundred miles away. How the hell did you-"

"Hello? Purveyor of powerful occult objects?" Bela deadpanned. "I used a talking board to contact the other side."

"And?"

"Warehouse. Two stories, river front, neon sign outside."

Dean grimaced. "Thanks."

"One more thing," Bela stopped him before he could hang up. "The spirit had a message for you. Leave town, run like hell, and whatever you do: don't go after Gordon. For whatever that's worth."

Dean hung up after those words, feeling his chest clench as his mind wavered in thought.

Don't go after Gordon?

What the hell was going on?

"Hello, Dean," Annabeth spoke, walking up to the brothers as she sat down next to Sam and placed her laptop beside his own. "Hey, Sam."

Dean blinked out of his thoughts. "When did you-"

"When you were on the phone," Nico interrupted, crossing his arms at where he still stood in the shadows. "Sounded like that was an important call."

The older Winchester's eyes widened at the sight of everyone who was now in their small room. "Who are all of you?"

The girl in the black who was now leaning above Annabeth to eye her computer looked over at Dean with a glare. "Who is this guy?"

He clenched his fists. "I asked first."

A sly grin crossed her lips. "I wasn't asking you."

"This is Dean Winchester," Annabeth introduced, gesturing to the green eyed man. "He's the older brother. And this is Sam Winchester, the younger brother. They've both been travelling with Persie. They know her mom's brother."

A woman with olive skin crossed her arms. Dean noticed that she was wearing something that looked like a Greek outfit from a movie or something. She had a tattoo, too, just like Persie did. "And why are they here?"

He narrowed his eyes at her. "Same as you, I'd think."

"Reyna, they're the ones who called," Annabeth spoke. "Winchesters, you know Nico and Jason, right?"

Both demigods nodded over at the hunters when their names were spoken. "Yeah, we remember," Sam acknowledged for the both of them.

"Well, these are some more friends of Persie's. Here we have, Thalia," she gestured to the girl wearing black clothes and eyeliner, "Reyna," the one with olive skin and the tattoo, "Rachel," the red head with painted jeans and frizzy hair, "Frank," the large, hulking Asian man, "Hazel," a small African-American girl at Frank's side, "Will," the blonde man with seriously tanned skin who hovered over by Nico, "and Clarisse," she pointed to a girl wearing a bandana and a red skull cut-off shirt.

They looked like quite the group.

"And you're all… uh, Persie's friends?" Sam awkwardly asked.

Annabeth bit back smile at his side as the girl wearing the painted jeans spoke up, "Well, this isn't the first time this happened before, so we had to come make sure she didn't get her memories wiped again."

Dean blinked.

"Uh, she means that we're all friends who want to help," Jason added, looking over at the red head oddly.

Thalia looked at the blond boy and chuckled. "Good job, Jase."

He rolled his eyes. "You could be nicer, you know."

"We're wasting time," Nico grumbled from the shadows. "Stop acting like siblings."

Thalia glared at him. "We are siblings."

Sam and Dean stared between all of the newcomers as though they didn't know what to do. But Dean snapped back into reality once Nico spoke, realizing that the younger guy was right.

The one person that tied them all together wasn't present.

They needed to find her.

"So, you have a plan?" Sam asked Annabeth.

She grinned. "And it sounds like you know where she is."

Dean pursed his lips.

"Whatever the woman on the phone told you is indeed where Persie has been held," Rachel, the red headed girl, said. "I scryed before we left and that's what I saw, too."

"So you're the oracle?" Sam asked.

She nodded. "Present."

"Is she the only one that's not a demigod?" Dean questioned.

The others nodded.

Well, at least they weren't his job. "Looks like we got a friend of ours to save," he said.

Annabeth snorted. "Yeah, because she's just your friend."

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The group was standing in the warehouse that Bela had described. It wasn't that hard to find it, considering the detail they were given.

Rachel had stayed behind with Will with Frank and Hazel, who were guarding the motel and also making sure that they had someone at base. Frank, apparently, could shape shift and would be able to get to them quickly in case their phones didn't pick up.

The rest of them walked into the warehouse carefully, only to see two dead bodies hanging by the ceiling with their heads cut off and a lone figure kneeling in front of them in despair.

Annabeth let out a low groan, lowering her black blade slightly. "She's not here."

None of the figures were Persie, thank God, but Dean was still restless given the situation.

The vampire was mourning over the two women- two women that were probably two of the missing blonde girls.

Dean glanced at the demigods and his brother behind him before continuing forward, taking a knife from the table next to him and slowly approaching the vampire. Thalia had a bow with her arrow trained at the vamp's head, while Annabeth readied herself for a fight once more. Jason and Nico with Reyna and Clarisse had them flanked.

A part of Dean thought they were almost itching for a fight.

But he wasn't sure if they'd get one.

"Go ahead," the vampire called. "Do it. Kill me."

"What happened here?" Dean asked. He got a better look at the bodies, while keeping the knife trained on the vamp. Sam stepped past him to go over and inspect the damage done to the girls.

"Gordon Walker," the vampire drawled. "I never should have brought a hunter here. Never. I just… I just wanted some kind of revenge."

Dean heard a rattling in the background, but kept his eyes trained on the monster in front of him.

"Stupid… exposing him to my family."

"Oh yeah, you're such a family man," Dean said sarcastically.

The vampire turned to glare at Dean with dark eyes. "You don't understand."

"I don't want to understand, you son of-"

"I was desperate! You ever felt desperate? I've lost everyone I ever loved. I'm staring down eternity alone. Can you think of a worse Hell?"

Dean paused. "Well, there's Hell."

"And Tartarus," Nico added, making Annabeth glare at him. "What? You went there, you'd know."

The vampire looked back at them, eyes wide. "You… you brought them?" Fear encased his eyes as he turned back to Dean. "You-you are working with these demigods now?"

Dean clenched his teeth.

"Who was in these chains?" A voice popped up from behind the demigods, where Thalia had moved to investigate something she saw.

The vampire gulped.

"Answer her," Dean demanded.

"Easy, Winchester, I got this," Thalia cooed, before turning over to the Vampire, pointing a blade she seemed to pull out of nowhere at his form. "Tell me where the girl is, and I will ease your passing, vamp."

The vampire's eyes widened. "I… She wasn't…"

"Hey!" Sam called over to them, pausing Thalia's stare down with the monster and Dean. "Their heads weren't cut off, they were ripped off." He looked at the vampire with trepidation. "With someone's bare hands. Dixon, what did you do to Gordon?"

The vampire's eyes widened.

A little while later, Dean entered the motel room, far more frustrated than when he had left a few hours ago.

Persie was still missing.

The stupid vampire ended up turning Gordon into one, too, and now they have a supercharged psychopath to deal with.

And, Persie was still missing.

He had chosen to drive back in the Impala to the motel instead of doing that weird-ass shadow travel thing that Annabeth convinced Sam was a good idea.

Someone had to take care of Baby, at least, with what time he had left, he had to make sure she was well looked after.

There was only one demigod that he wanted in that car and it wasn't any of the ones he had just left.

He opened the door to find Sam and Annabeth discussing genetic modifications and how the DNA is affected once coming into contact with the vampire virus or whatever it was called. He only picked out a few words of their conversation as he walked by them, but stopped short.

"Hey there, Hotshot."

"Seph?"