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Holy Water

Chapter 6: Death Saves the Day

"They said WHAT?!"

"Well, it was more like only Dean, but-"

"You shouldn't have jumped a man holding a gun, but he shouldna' have told ya that. I'm gonna have a few words with that idjit."

Persie sighed. "Look, Uncle B, it's not like I was trying to place myself in danger-"

"Considering you volunteered to go hunting some demons I'd like to think differently, kid."

She let out a snort, "Yeah, like you're the one to talk."

Adjusting the phone against her ear, she quickened her pace back to the hotel. Yeah, after the boys abandoned her at the bar, she was stuck walking back. Too bad Blackjack was so far away-

But maybe…

"Hey Uncle B?"

"Yeah?"

"I think that the boys are going to need some help, and I know it's not going to be me who can give it to them," she admitted. "They're going about it all wrong."

"What do you mean?"

"They're after the wrong people, and I know they won't believe a word I say-"

"How do you know that?"

She paused, thinking back to when she met the two people, well, they're not really people, that she believes to be responsible for this mayhem. "It's like I could see through the Mist, but with demons, Bobby. I don't know how to stop demons."

"I'll be on my way."

Persie sighed. "I think I know a way to get you here quicker, Uncle B. But I don't think you're gonna like it."

A long pause was exaggerated by the sigh on the other end of the phone. "What're you thinking?"

A small grin crossed her face. "I know a guy."

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A few hours later, Persie found herself sitting alone at the bar while watching other people come and go like fish swimming to and fro. She sighed into the drink the on-duty bartender poured her, an elixir of vodka and sprite.

She had Iris Messaged her old friend who was unfortunately rather upset with her for up and leaving camp, and wasn't sure if he was going to bring Bobby to this hell hole of a town or not.

It seemed that for now, she was going to have to fix this on her own.

The Winchesters were nowhere to be found, and neither of them had made it back to the hotel before she left, which was odd. She hoped they weren't dead. Sam was actually rather tolerable and, asshole or not, Dean was too good-looking to be left as dead meat.

"What're you drinking, sweet thing?"

She blinked, turning slowly to see some dollar-store cologne smelling man standing at her side. He had blonde hair and brown eyes with alcohol painted breath. She was so not into that.

"Excuse me?"

The side of his lips tucked upward in a drunken suave grin. "I asked what you got there in that little cup of yours," he said, speaking slower and more drawn out as if it were an act of seduction. "Maybe I could help fill it up for you?"

His face leaned in closer to her ear. "Then maybe I could fill up other parts of you, too, if you know what I mean."

Her eyebrows raised. "No, I have no idea what you mean," she told him, before taking a slow sip of her drink. "And I'm perfectly fine with what I have, thanks."

His eyebrows furrowed. "What?"

"I don't want you to flirt with me, dude," she told him. "And I definitely don't want to have sex with you."

The man's roaming eyes became angry. "Who said I wanted to sleep with you anyway, you bitch?" he huffed. "Fuck this, you're not even that hot."

Persie chuckled underneath her breath as he walked away. "Douche bag," she muttered, taking another sip of her drink.

"Hey, excuse me, they weren't there," a voice said as footsteps came up behind her.

She whirled around in her seat to see Sam walking up to the bar, eyes on the bartender while running a hand through his already messed up hair.

"What happened, Sam?"

The younger Winchester snapped his head toward her and she noticed his eyes widen slightly. "Persie, you're still here-"

"Of course I'm still here, Sammy boy, it's not like I have a car I could drive off in," she threw back, crossing her arms just below her chest. "Now, tell me what's going on."

"I guess you got to catch your jollies another night," the bartender cut in, giving Sam a smirk as he poured him a beer. "Here, why don't you have a drink and relax?"

Sam scoffed. "I don't want to relax. What is it with the people in this town?"

"Low expectations?" Persie grumbled into her glass.

He sighed, his eyes flicking to her with another glance of confusion. "Why are you here, though? I thought you'd stay at the hotel or something?"

"You think I'm not suited for whatever this is?"

"No, it's not like that-"

"Well, your brother certainly thinks so."

Sam paused his argument, and immediately a look of guilt crossed his sharp features. "I'm sorry I let Dean talk to you like he did."

Persie shrugged. "Not like I've never heard that before," she claimed. "And certainly not the first time from someone I was trying to help out."

Another round of apologies was cut off by the sight of Father Gil approaching the bar. Persie flinched as Sam immediately walked over to the clergyman. "Father?"

"Yes?" Father Gil turned to look at the two of them, eyes slightly knowing. Persie had a feeling the Winchesters were about to fall into a trap, and Hades damn her if she'd let them do it alone.

"Uh… can we talk for a second?" Sam asked, his voice low to avoid overhearers. "So, the bartender from the other night, Casey, you know her pretty well?"

The Father smiled, "Since she was in pigtails."

"Well, uh, she and my brother, they- uh, left tonight," he said, before adding, "together."

He frowned slightly. "Well, not that I approve, but they are consenting adults."

Persie rolled her eyes. Of course, Dean would go and shack up with the one woman who was probably the epicenter of everything in this town. And of course, Sam would just go ahead and trust some random pastor, but who'd ever listen to her?

"I'm sorry, did you say brother? I thought you were insurance investigators." Father Gil eyed the two of them suspiciously.

Persie held her hands up in surrender. "I'm stuck with two brothers and am a part of their family business, what can I say?"

He raised a brow. "Friend of the family?"

She shrugged. "Sometimes."

Sam coughed, pulling the attention back from Persie. "Anyway, I went to Casey's apartment and they weren't there. I just have this feeling that they might be in trouble."

Persie could barely contain herself from rolling her eyes again. "Are you sure they aren't just at some motel?"

Sam's eyes flickered with anger. "No, he'd tell me. He tells me about those kinds of things, you would know."

She tilted her head. "Would I?"

Father Gil, however, grew serious. "What kind of trouble are you talking about?"

"Just trouble," Sam said impatiently. "Please, Father, I need your help. Is there anything you can tell me about Casey, anyplace she'd go, maybe?"

Persie crossed her arms as she watched the interaction in front of her. This was not going to end well.

Father Gil nodded. "Yes- there is a place. Let me get my jacket."

Persie held her hands up to stop him. "I think we can handle this one, Father. Just tell us where to find them, and we'll be on our way."

He leaned down to stare at her imperiously. "Now see here, girl, if Casey's really in trouble then there's nothing to talk about."

She blinked. "Of course."

After putting on his jacket with his back turned to them, Father Gil turned to Sam. "Shall we go?"

She had a very bad feeling about this.

They all hurried into the Impala and started in the direction that the Father was giving, and every moment that passed Persie only felt her stomach clench and her hairs stick up on the back of her neck. That was an instinct she learned to listen to after all these years. She was on her guard.

"So, insurance investigating… you enjoy the work?"

Sam hummed. "Yeah, I- I like being able to help people."

"Ever think about doing anything else?"

"Like what?"

Persie looked at the Father oddly. What game did he think he was trying to play?

"Mmm… anything. You seem like a pretty smart kid. Somehow I see you out in front of the pack," he told Sam.

She sighed. Playing to his ego. Great.

"You could do some great things."

"I don't know, I like doing what I'm doing, I guess."

"I think he's already out in front of the pack or whatever with what he's doing right now," Persie said from the back seat. "I think Sam is one of the best at the job. He's not being taken advantage of, Father. I'll make sure of that."

Sam looked back at her through the rearview mirror.

He smiled. "Thanks, Perse."

She threw him a wink. "Anytime, Sasquatch. Anytime."

When they finally got to what she discovered was Casey's parent's house, Sam quickly turned the engine off and hurried out the car, but the Father turned around to eye Persie knowingly.

"What are you?"

She grinned. "I'll tell you what I am if you tell me what you are."

His eyes went dark.

Persie smiled, and stepped out of the car, leaving the demonic Father behind.

"You made a deal."

She turned, seeing the Father standing there with his head tilted as Sam started calling for his brother. "Oh yeah- I'm a motherfucking princess, asshole."

Persie took out Riptide with a menacing smile. "And I've killed far worse than you before breakfast."

His eyes turned black once more. "We'll see about that."

He threw a hand in the air, sending Persie flying back into the side of the house, and Sam whipped around to see the possessed Father standing there with a wide grin. "Hello, Sammy."

Another hand waved, sending Sam flying out to the side, just as a gun went off.

There, coming out of the shadows was Bobby holding the colt and a younger man standing back in an aviator jacket and black clothes. His face was pale, and his eyes were terrifyingly dark. It spoke revenge.

Father Gil turned around just in time to see Bobby, and pushed him away into a statue, making Persie scream her uncle's name in rage.

She charged Gil, before throwing Riptide and sending the blade straight into the man's heart.

Black smoke surrounded the Father and became charged with red and yellow lightning as the demon inside him became toast, and died.

Sam blinked, looking at Persie in shock. She just killed a demon.

He and Bobby both looked to her with wide eyes as she hurried over to the newcomer and grabbed him in a hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you-"

"Persie, shut up-"

"I am so gonna get you a Happy Meal-"

The goth younger man pulled out of her grasp and looked at her with a raised brow. "You will?"

Persie shrugged. "Sure. I owe you one, Death Boy."

Sam looked between the two. "Death Boy?"

The man dubbed Death Boy looked to Sam curiously. "Who's he?"

"That's Sam. I call him Sasquatch, too, but I don't think that's really your speed," she told him.

Sam stood up and walked forward to Persie awkwardly. "Who's this?"

Persie rolled back onto her heels. "Sam, this is Nico Di'Angelo, son of Hades."

Thunder rolled in the distance, and the two demigods rolled their eyes. "Shuddup Zeus," Persie muttered, making the thunder sound again.

Sam shifted his weight anxiously. "We need to get to Dean- he's still trapped with Casey-"

"Who is definitely not human, by the way," Persie finished, looking at Nico knowingly. "Want to handle it?"

Nico's white fingers gripped his blade as he grinned wolfishly. "Of course. I could use a little monster hunting."

She watched as he stalked toward the house and disappeared behind the doors.

Sam and Bobby shared a look of confusion. Was that blade just like Persie's? Would it be able to kill a demon?

A groan sounded out from the ground.

"What in the world-"

Persie looked at Bobby. "He's human, now. I think he's gonna need an explanation and I am so not up for that."

Bobby rolled his eyes. "You want me to handle this?"

"Please?"

With her puppy-like eyes, her uncle didn't stand a chance. "Fine. But you better hurry with that girl down there."

Persie nodded, and they hurried into the house and saw an army of skeleton men moving the rocks away from the cave-in, as Nico leaned up against the wall and twisted his skeleton ring. "They're almost done," he said, as the raised dead cleared up the walkway. "I call dibs on the demon."

Persie rolled her eyes. "Fine."

Sam looked like he was going to have a coronary. "Is this because you are the son of Hades?"

Nico looked at Sam, eyeing the taller man as though he were prey. "So what if it is?"

"Uh…"

Persie smacked Nico's shoulder. "Shut up, Death Boy. He's on our side."

Nico's hand flicked her forehead. "Don't tell me what to do, Seaweed Brain."

Just as the skeleton men cleared up the walkway, Sam blinked. "Seaweed Brain?"

Persie shrugged, gesturing for Nico to take the lead. "I'll explain later."

As soon as they made it into the basement chamber where Dean and the possessed Casey were located, Nico glared at the demon. "Get out of her."

A small, wry grin slipped onto her meat suit. "Ah, a son of Hades. How interesting."

Nico raised a brow. "You don't seem scared."

"Should I be?"

Dean looked at the newcomer in shock. "Hades?" he turned to look at Sam and mouthed it again, to which Sam shrugged in his own confusion.

"Well, I killed the demon that was inside Father Gil," Persie said, walking out from her spot in the doorway. Dean's eyes widened almost comically.

"You… what?"

She didn't acknowledge him as she turned back to the demon who's eyes started to show fear. "It wasn't that difficult, really."

"Why are you in this town?" Nico asked, pulling out his blade and pointing it at the demon menacingly. "What is your purpose?"

The demon smirked. "Not gonna tell you, kid."

Nico sighed. "Well, I guess that sucks for you."

With one slice of his blade, the demon ruptured into flames as Casey's body dropped to the ground, untouched.

Dean looked between the demigods, jaw dropped and eyes wide. "What the hell was that?"

Persie ignored him and hurried to Casey's side to take her pulse. Nico walked forward and stood at her side. "She's breathing," she said and turned to the boys. "Care to help get her out of here?"

The Winchesters looked like their world had just completely flipped upside down. "Will someone tell me what's going on, here?" Dean demanded.

Sam put a hand on his arm. "I'm sure we'll figure it all out, but we need to help her."

Without another word, Sam grabbed Casey's unconscious body and walked out of the basement followed by the two demigods, leaving Dean behind.

"What the actual fuck," he muttered to himself. That girl had some explaining to do.