Because I'm now pissed as fuck. They finally gave us Greek denties, on my birthday AND THEY FUCK IT UP. You cannot kill a TITAN. Or a god. Kronos connot be topside. It'll be the end of Humanity.
"You're telling me that, Kronos has popped outta his box?" Telsa asked Sam.
"Dean ganked him too," Sam replied.
The black haired teen sighed, but the hunter noticed the psychic shaking violently, though she was trying to hide it. "You can't gank a Greek Titan Sam. It doesn't work that way," her voice reflected the terror in her brown eyes. "He shouldn't even be out of his box. Hades made sure of that."
"Hades, as in god of the Underworld Hades?" He questioned. Telsa nodded, clutching a black pentagram necklace with Greek carved into it.
She looked down at the pentagram. "He gave me this so Zeus couldn't find me, Andy, Asmen, and Telsa had them. He's our dad. We have to keep 'em on, or we die, smited down by our douchebag of an uncle. So trust me you guys did not kill my grandpa, but I don't know what you killed," she told him. She squinted behind him, tilting her head to the side much like Cas had once done.
Telsa stood up, walking around the table, towards the fireplace. Sam watched her, turning to see what she was doing. She lifted a hand and placed it on something invisiable, laughing like she now understood. "That's why none of this made sense. Dude don't do that to me again, it scared the shit outta me and I swore I heard my dad have a heart attack. Gods Loki warn a person," Telsa said.
Sam lifted an eyebrow, confused as fuck, like when Dean knew more about computers than him. A ripple shined through the air, and standing in front of the demigod, was Gabriel. "Hello Mr. Trickster. You're cover has just been blown."