This is a Supernatural and PJatO based fanfic. All rights go to Eric Kripke and Co. for the glorious brainchild that is Supernatural and to Rick Riordan and his son, Haley, for inspiration. This won't focus on what happens with the Greeks, mostly on Hinduism. Will be canon divergent for both since I haven't finished or caught up with Supernatural and I need to manage to fit an entire pantheon into a fairly good-populated country. In addition, I won't refer to Hinduism as "pagan" since I'm fairly certain that their demigods don't eat human flesh or whatever the Winchesters define pagan gods as.
This story takes place in 2005, conveniently and canonically when PJatO and Supernatural begin. This won't follow either story closely and will lead up to the events of the apocalypse. Expect random updates at unexpected times.
Thunder crackled in the air, the stormy rain personifying the rage that I felt. They were dead, both lying on the wooden boards of the house. Nothing would bring them back. The door was widened, I'd just come back home from school. With haste and shaking hands, I reached into my pocket, pulling out the emergency cell. Then, I began to dial in the numbers.
Beep-beep-beep. "911, what's your emergency?" I stare at the blood on the floor, the empty look in their eyes. My mother's hair was sprawled all over, my father's guts spread out, covering the floor with bits of tissue. I take a deep breath and closed my eyes. I was broken. I began to speak, stuttering out in fear and sorrow, "P-please, they're dead. My parents." Tears streamed down my face as I wailed. I sank to the floor and let the cool rest of sleep overtake me.
I could barely hear anything, a blaring noise ringing in my ears prevented me from it. I could still see though, two figures were in front of me, both wearing business suits. I was in a I in a hospital? I stirred slightly, shifting from my state of slumber to one of awareness. The two men seemed to be suddenly aware of my awakening and turned to me, one holding a notepad and pencil, the other just standing there.
"Dean, he's awake." The one with neatened hair alerts to whom I assume to be Dean. Dean nods with a grin saying, "I see that, Sam." So, their names are Sam, and Dean. Then, Dean asks, "I am from the FBI, can you tell me what happened?" I look at him. My mind flashed back to the stream of blood on the floor, guts spilled out and their bodies sprawled. Then, I answer.
"There's not much to say," I begin, a slight quiver in my voice, then, I continue. "I just came back home from school, then I saw my parents, err, foster parents lying on the floor, guts spread out." The look at me, then Dean tells me, "Well, we'll look at the autopsy reports and try to find who killed them." Tears make my eyes glisten, "Thank you."
I walk along the sidewalk back to my house. I needed to find my things, since it was my last year of school, the authorities decided I'd live here for another few months until school was over and then go and live my life, not needing foster parents again. This might seem strange to most but I had fought hard for this, I couldn't deal with going to live with someone else, not so soon after this. I pass by the scenery of the town, not caring to look at it. There was too much on my mind. The walk grew shorter as I grew closer to my house. I finally reached the driveway when I saw the two men from the hospital. I saw them through a window, in my house. Here's when I freak out. Who are these people?
I unlocked the door, hearing a silent audible click. Then, I turn the doorknob with haste and push open the door to see the men dressed in regular attire, one holding a discolored knife against another man's heart while Dean holds that man in place. The man changes shape and I stop in my tracks. That man changed rapidly, was he a monster? Then, I see Sam impale the shapeshifting man. I had enough.
"WHAT THE HELL?!"
"So," I huff and start, "You two travel the country to find homicidal monsters with the end goal of finding a demon you call Yellow-Eyes whom you're fairly certain murdered your mother by setting her on fire. DId I leave anything out?" They stare at me, probably wondering how I took so well. See, there's something that I haven't told anyone, something Supernatural about me. A secret I intend to keep. Anyways, back to my amazing narrative of when my life changed dramatically. Roll the tapes to Sam and Dean's reactions:
Dean, looking surprised, asks with a tone equivalent to the emotion expressed on his face. "How are you taking this so well?' I just stare at him, Sam seems to be the politer one, keeping to himself and admonishing his brother, "Dean, that's rude. He just found out that his parents were eaten by an ancient species of Hindu demons. Give him some time to process this." Dean just nods, probably used to his younger brother's chastisement of his bluntness. Heh, I'm pretty blunt too. I just stare blankly at the two men. Then I begin to speak again.
"What do I do now? I probably won't ever forget what I just saw. And I'm not the type of guy who sits on his ass when he knows something like this is happening. What, do I become like you?" Sam and Dean seem shocked by my question. They've probably never met someone like me before. Someone who wants something to do Someone who has a driving factor. Sam then begins to speak, "I tried to live a normal life. I was just pulled right back into hunting again when my dad went missing. What I suggest is you finish up school. Then you can see how you'll contribute to the hunting community." I accept his answer. It was for the best.
(Few Months Later, After high school ended.)
Cool water came down my back, dripping to the ceramic tiles on the floor of the bathroom. I grabbed my towel from the side, gently wrapping it around my waist, covering all extremities. Then, I stepped out of my bathroom doorway. Not locked, of course. I did live alone now. Well anyways, I now walked a bit to the right, reaching my room, stepping in to it. The room was decorated by random posters, one of Cthulhu, some of the other books and characters like Zoidberg. I walked over to my closet and opened in one pull, revealing my clothing. It took me a while but I eventually decided on a blue T-Shirt, a pair of loose fitting jeans, and some plain black socks.I walked over to sit on my bed to put them on. Once I finished, I got up.
Now that I was done with my getting-ready-routine, I headed out the room and to the stairwell. I clutched the railing and began to walk down the 14 steps. It seemed so slow without them. I finally reached the bottom stair and got off, ending up in the main door outside is nearby, I unlock and head out, making sure to lock before I leave. Now, I begin to walk. I head down the driveway and to the sidewalk I know so well. The town isn't very populated, mostly just the residents so I don't see many people out at this early of an hour. Up ahead, I see it. A Krispy Kreme. Time for breakfast.
I reach their door and pull it open, meeting the smell of fried dough and sugar, of coffee. Mmmm, coffee. Today was the day, I'd decided that I'd become a hunter, like Sam had said. This was the right time. I'll kill all those bastards that hurt the innocent people in this world!
Anyways, this is the point where my being entered the donut shop and stood in the line of 4, becoming the fifth person. I just stood there, there was a girl of auburn hair in front of me. No, it was blonde. Anyways, she turned around and said.
"Nice day, isn't it?" I looked at her. What kind of person talks to the person behind them in a waiting line? Rhetorical question, obviously this lady. This dumbfoundedness was evident on my face, it seems, because she just laughed at my reaction and said, "Don't worry, you don't have to answer. It is wise to say hello to other. At least from what I've observed. It helps people like you more." By this time, I'd basically defrosted myself and spoke back.
"It seems it does. I can say that you do appear more likable when you make small conversation with someone near you. Anyways, what's your name? I haven't seen you anywhere around this town, and everyone has seen everyone's face in this place." She nods in understanding at my words before speaking, "Yes, one espresso, double double skinny." We'd already moved up the line by then. The person at the register looked at and asked, "And you, sir?" I just say, "What she ordered, my usual." She nods, I'd been coming here for the past month or so and my usual was known.
The lady receives her cup of caffeine, as do I. We end up sitting next to each other, we were probably wanting to finish up our conversation. I begin first. "So, what's your name?" She looks hesitant to answer before she looks like she reaches some sort of decision? "My name's Areia. Areia Pareia" What an alliterative name. I then, as courtesy, state mine, "Darsh Husniv. That was the name I was found with at the adoption center at least. Not sure if it's real or not though." Her eyes widen at my being adopted, then understanding? Who is this strange woman?
Remember, all thoughts that come up are mine from the past. Might get a bit confusing at times but bear with me. Okay, whenever I break the fourth wall, that's present me. the story is past me. Get it? Good.
"So, what brings you to this place?" I ask. She tells me, "My dad got mad at something I did so he kicked me out. Now I'm on a road trip. Tell me, would you like to travel with me for a bit? You look lost. I'm guessing you need a getaway." My jaw drops, I stare at her with the strangest look, "Seriously lady, we just met some five minutes ago!" She just silently sips her coffee until her cup drains. Then, she says one sentence that pushes me over the edge. Makes me say yes. "Surely you want to become a hunter. That's what I could tell from your body language."
Author's Annotations #2
So, how'd you like my first chapter. I ended TLD recently because it was too lighthearted. I kept trying to make it dark but it wasn't working. The story wrote itself into a corner. 'Cause of that, I decided to write this story. I want to see if anyone can guess who Areia is, her parentage or something. Also, can anyone figure out what Darsh is.
Fun Fact: Darsh is my little brother's name.