Dearest Readers,

Thank you all for your assistance through a hard time in my life, I really appreciate you all. I hope you all are enjoying this story as much as I have been enjoying writing it! Honestly, the connections between the boys and Persie have been so much fun to write and I have a feeling it's going to only get better in time!

I hope you enjoy,

XOXO Ally Layne.

Holy Water

Chapter 14: A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

Sam and Dean were standing behind the Impala, busy loading their many guns, while Persie took her time rummaging through her pack, while sitting in the back seat, making sure that all of her things were in order.

After deciding she had everything that she might need for a face-off with a ghost, she got out of the car and let the fresh air soothe her anxieties while leaning up against the side of the car. Grabbing a journal Uncle B had given her for reference, she twirled her golden pen in her hand as she sorted through the different lists of curses her Uncle had given her when she started this little gig.

Unfortunately, it looked like nothing was immediately jumping out at her that might actually be what they were dealing with. As cool as it might be the Flying Dutchman is definitely not the ship they were looking for. Nor any other ship she was familiar with, so she supposed it must be something more local.

She let out a low groan as she dropped the journal back into her bag and grabbed her cellphone, dialing number 1 on her speed dial.

"Persie?"

"Wise Girl, how are you doing?"

The brothers looked back at her with confusion written clearly on their faces. Persie shrugged and tilted herself away from them as if to try and make her conversation with her best friend a little more private.

"I'm good, just got off the phone with Magnus, actually."

Her eyebrows raised. "What's he up to nowadays?"

Annabeth sighed on the other end of the line. "He's, well, he's not causing too much trouble. Which is all I can hope for, I guess.'

Persie snickered. "That's definitely better than what we could ever say."

There was a brief pause. "Please tell me I don't need to save your seaweed-infested butt again, do I?"

"Seaweed infested? I'll have you know-"

"I see you got your car back."

Persie groaned, looking over her shoulder to see Bela walking up to the brothers, a smirk plastered on her face. She looked over Dean's shoulder with a grin toward Persie, trying to get her to react to her presence.

Dean glanced over his shoulder and lifted the gun in his hands. "Do you really want to come near me when I have a loaded gun in my hands?"

"Persie, what's going on?"

Persie sighed. "Wise Girl, do me a favor and check for any curses that do with people seeing death omens in the form of a ghost ship in my location."

"Yeah, I'm on it. You sure you're okay?"

"Of course I am," She deadpanned, eying Bela down as she started to pester the brothers. "Just let me know when you find something, okay?"

"Okay, will do. Just be careful, Seaweed Brain."

"Aren't I always?"

"You don't want me to honestly answer that, do you?"

Persie coughed to hide her laugh. "No, please don't. And sorry, I'm going to go, I need to cut a bitch."

"Oh dear gods-"

"He's a cannon fodder," Bela's voice carried. "He can't be saved in time and you all know it."

Persie shoved the phone in her pocket and looked over at Bela in disgust. "Do you even have a soul?"

Bela looked over at the other woman. "I'm sorry, and who are you?"

"Your worst nightmare," Persie deadpanned. "We just met, you know. And you pissed me off then, too."

She rolled her eyes. "Of course, dear." Bela turned back to the brothers, completely brushing the other woman off. "Trying to save him will be a waste of time."

Dean looked over at Sam, who was shaking his head at the woman. "Yeah, well, see, we actually have souls, so we're gonna try," Dean said, putting his gun in the trunk, and heading over to the driver's side to open the door.

Sam went over to the passenger's side door and opened it just as Bela retorted, "Well, I'm actually gonna find the ship and put an end to this. But you have fun."

Persie, who had already climbed in the backseat, watched as the brothers hesitated by the doors. She immediately tensed as Dean stalked over toward Bela, and glared at the woman as she plastered on a cocky grin.

"Hey, Bela, how'd you get like this, huh?" Dean mocked. "What, did daddy not give you enough hugs or something?"

"I don't know," she grinned. "Your daddy give you enough?"

Dean smirked and nodded, though his eyes were still harsh as he looked at the woman.

"Don't you dare look down your nose at me, you're no better than I am."

He raised his brows. "We help people."

"Come on," Bela rolled her eyes. "You do this out of vengeance and obsession. You're a stone's throw from being a serial killer. Whereas I, on the other hand, I get paid to do a job and I do it. So, you tell me, which is healthier?"

Persie got out of the car. "Shut up, Bela. You don't know shit about us."

Bela blinked at her. "And you know this because…? Oh, wait- you're in over your head, dearie. Find someone else to bore."

She pursed her lips. "If I were you I would go back to fucking soulless clients over down the coast before I show you just how in over your head you are."

The thunder rolled as the breeze that had been pleasant started to pick up. Dean looked over at Persie in shock as her eyes flashed, her sea-green becoming a violent hurricane behind her eyes.

Bela, however, didn't get the message. "Oh, you think I don't know about you?" She raised an eyebrow at her. "Everyone knows about the Winchester boys and their no-show dad."

Persie's fists clenched when she saw Dean's wince at her words. "Doesn't mean you know anything about me, priss-ass."

Bela's head tilted as if a predator looking down upon its prey.

Persie, for her part, smirked right back at the older woman.

"Let me guess, sweets. You get yourself into trouble," she started, stalking toward the raven-haired woman. "Big trouble. You end up being the reason your family is dead kind of trouble, from summoning something you shouldn't have. Ever since you've been trying to stop the things that killed your family because you can't seem to get rid of the guilt that you caused their death."

Persie blinked.

Bela took that as a revelation of the truth. "Ah, so I was right. How terrific."

Persie, however, decided to take the moment to reveal Bela just how she was a wolf hiding under a sheep's clothing. "You're quite wrong, actually."

She looked at her in confusion, which disappeared behind her wall so fast that Persie almost missed it.

She walked toward Bela, taking long and determined steps before stopping right in the other woman's face. "Let us get this straight, dear. I could snap you in half before you even had time to beg for your life. I've seen things, done things, that a mortal like you would never be able to dream of. But I've remained on the side of light and good while doing it. My mother still makes me cookies when I go home to visit. My father, well, he gave me things that allow me to hurt people like you."

Persie smirked. "And the best part is you will never know what I'm talking about, no matter how hard you try."

Bela sneered. "Try me."

Persie laughed. "You're not worth our time. We've got actual work to do."

She turned around, letting her hair whip the other woman in the face, and headed toward the car once more, grinning in victory.

"Yeah," Bela called out to them. "You're 0 for 2. Bang-up job so far."

When Bela turned to walk away, Persie smiled and waved when she looked back.

Dean's eyebrows were raised as Persie looked over at him from where she still stood by the car. "Please remind me to stay far away from your bad side."

Sam snorted. "No shit."

Persie gasped, bringing a hand to her lips in shock. "Sammy, language!"

That was enough to break the remaining tension as they hopped in the car and left to get themselves ready for their hunt. Persie smiled out the window as the trees and houses passed by.

The game is on.

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After getting changed into different (and less restrictive) clothes, the trio was back on the road toward Peter's house. It was a short and silent drive, as they all seemed lost in their thoughts; no matter what they said, Bela's quickness to claim the man as a lost cause stuck in their heads.

When they pulled up to the house, Dean shut the car off as Sam was on his laptop, trying to do some research on Peter.

Persie leaned forward, looking over his shoulder to try and read it, but when letters became too jumbled for her mind to focus, she leaned back and crossed her arms.

"Anything good?" Dean asked his brother.

"No, not really," Sam shook his head. "I mean, both brothers are Duke University grads… no criminal record… a few speeding tickets- oh… it looks like they inherited their father's real estate fortune six years ago."

"How much?" Persie asked, leaning forward again.

"112 million."

Dean let out a whistle. "Nice life."

"Yeah, I mean, nice, clean, above-board."

"So why the death omen?" Persie voiced. "And why Sheila, too? What's all in common?"

Dean shrugged. "Maybe nothing."

"There's always something," Sam insisted.

"Hey, you!" a voice called.

They looked up to see Peter crossing the driveway in fury toward them.

"Whelp, we've been made," Persie deadpanned.

They quickly got out of the Impala and moved around it before Peter, who definitely didn't look happy to see them. Persie, for her part, smiled toward him, but he did nothing to react back.

Sad panda.

"What are you guys doing?" Peter demanded. "You watching me?"

"Sir, calm down, please-" Sam started as they made their way toward him at the gate of his home.

"You guys aren't even cops! Not dressed like that. Not… not in that crappy car."

Dean's brows rose. "Woah, hey, no need to get nasty."

"We are cops, Peter," Persie tried to soothe. "We're undercover, and we're trying to help you. We think you're in danger."

Peter glanced at her suspiciously, but from the calm she was trying to instill, he looked to start to believe her. "From who?"

"If you just settle down," Sam said, "We'll talk about it."

Persie sighed as Peter looked up at Sam with fire in his eyes. "Look, you guys can just stay away from me!" He shouted, turning around and running toward his car.

"Wait!" Sam called after him, but the man just ignored him and started his car.

"Hey, moron, we're trying to help you!" Dean shouted.

Persie ran over to his car, as he started to back out of the driveway, feeling something uneasy start to tingle in her veins. "Peter, no! Stop!"

His car suddenly died, making everyone pause at a standstill.

"That can't be good," Dean stated.

"No shit!" Persie ran over to the gate and started to try and pry it open to get through.

"Get the salt gun!" Sam shouted as he ran to help her.

They were quickly able to pry the gate open enough for Persie to squeeze through. She ran over to the car, Sam and Dean behind her, and could see Peter struggling through the windows.

She ran over to the driver's side, followed by Sam, while Dean arrived on the other side.

"Fuck!" She yelled, seeing a ghostly figure beside the man, as the water was running out of the vents and straight at Peter, slowly drowning him.

Persie immediately threw out her hands, redirecting the water, giving Peter enough space to breathe, only for the ghost to use his hand to smother him. She was straining against the water that the ghost was using, forcing the ghost to be pulled back just enough for Peter to breathe again.

She felt sweat pooling along her brow. "Dean! Shoot him!"

"Move!" Dean warned as Sam pulled Persie out of the way of the blast as he shot through the passenger side window.

Persie continued to fight against the water as the ghost disappeared, and Sam lunged toward the door, pulling it open and getting Peter out. Peter started coughing up water, and Persie quickly put a hand on his chest to help pull it from his lungs.

"What-what was that thing?" he croaked, looking up at Persie and Sam like they were his saving grace.

Which, in some parts, they were.

"A ghost," Persie told him. "And you're going to have to tell us just what happened to make it come after you."

Dean pursed his lips and crossed his arms as the man spluttered at her in shock. He didn't know how he felt at the worship that he saw in the other man's eyes, but figured that Persie probably deserved it.

Hell, she was the reason why they saved him.

If she hadn't been here…

"What do you mean?" Peter asked, his voice rough from his near-drowning experience. "What's going to happen to me now?" His eyes widened even further. "Is it going to come back?"

The Winchester brothers and Persie looked between each other, seeming to find themselves all on the same page at once. "We don't know," Persie admitted. "But we're going to protect you either way."

Peter nodded. "Please, you can't leave me alone here." His eyes were lined with silver. "I-I don't want to die."

"We won't go anywhere," Sam said, looking up at his brother, who nodded once then headed toward their car. "Is it okay if we stay here to make sure we can protect you?"

The terrified man nodded, his head jerking quickly in his agreement. "Please, if you would, that would be great."

Persie nodded and stood up, helping Peter up as she went. "We are going to need to get our things set up if you don't mind."

Dean had come back to see the blush that crossed Peter's cheeks at her words. "Of course, he doesn't mind, don't you, Pete?"

The other man coughed awkwardly and nodded, before turning to look back at Persie with a small smile. "Yes, uh, of course, you can. Go right ahead."

Sam thanked the man and immediately started to ask him some questions about the ghost and the ship, wondering if there was anything definitive they could uncover from what he knew. Especially now that Peter understood just how serious this was, maybe more things would start to pop up in his memory.

Persie looked over at Dean, who was eying her oddly. "What?"

He shook his head. "It's not nice to flirt with the victims, you know."

Her eyes widened. "I'm not flirting with-"

"Oh, trust me, princess, I know what flirting looks like and that was definitely what you were doing to the poor guy."

She let out a huff. "Well, it's not like you've never done it to get information before."

He rolled his eyes. "That's different."

"Why would it be different?"

His jaw clenched. "It just is, okay?"

She looked up at him with a slight smirk. "Just because you're jealous doesn't mean you need to act like a hypocrite."

Dean's eyebrows furrowed. "I am not jealous."

Persie shrugged. "Well, if you say so…"

His eyes narrowed. "I am not-"

She grinned. "Sure you're not."

His arms crossed in front of his chest. "Are you mocking me?"

Persie let her hand come to her chest as she gasped in a faux shock. "Me? Mocking? How dare you assume such a thing?"

He opened his mouth to speak, only to be cut off by the Kim-Possible phone ring, and looked around in confusion. "What-"

"Oh, goodie," she said, looking down and seeing Wise Girl blinking up at her from the phone. "I gotta take this."

"This conversation is not over, princess!" Dean exclaimed as she walked away toward the house. She gave him a wave over her shoulder and grinned as he muttered something under his breath.

"Wassup, Wise Girl?"

"Boy, do I have news for you."