So this is my little author's not thingy, ummmm i don't own anything that i'm writing about right now, and sorry if this story sucks. This is my first fanfiction do don't be mad at me if there is gramatical errors and stuff. I'll do better on my second chapter.
CHAPTER 1
[Hello?] ... [Is this thing on Sam?] shhhrxxx [of course it's on Dean] sttchhh [just keep talking]
[Ok, well hello um my names Dean, Dean Winchester to be exact. You may have heard of me, I was on the FBI's most wanted list, me and my brother Sam were also wanted last year for murdering and pillaging stuff all across the country. Let me just set the record straight now. WE DID NOT DO ANY OF THAT! IT WAS THE DAMN LEVIATANS!]-[Dean, calm down]-[I'm calm, I'm completely calm, anyway I'm not really here to talk about what happened last year, I'm here to talk about what is happening this year. You see a couple of weeks ago I was in this place called purgatory, not a fun place I suggest you don't go there. Ok well when I got out, I found my brother Sam and we then found out that there was a way to close the gates of hell forever, a little tip from earth's residential prophet. Closing the gates of hell forever would be awesome. Except we have hit a little snag. The Prophet was stolen again, (yes he's been stolen from us before) and we are trying to track him down right now. It's proven to be difficult work, especially when you have an unwanted girl tagging along who's what 17 years old?] Shrrrtssxx [-you know you couldn't gotten this far Dean without me, Sam defiantly thinks so] – [I Never said that!]-[Just shut up you two I'm trying to record and Jamie you defiantly need to stop talking your messing with the mic.] shhhtterrrrxxcccxxx sssss [- so we are now driving in the Impala trying to find the prophet]-Ghhhhroooommmm werrroooooo werrrooooommmmm veerrrooommm brsst brzzzt- [-the hell is that?]
The air was cool tonight, which means that the boy's stupid car was freezing. I mean the Impala is great for getting around in and stuff but seriously they could update their ride's heater or something. I sat in the back listening to Sam bicker with Dean on whether they should record they're journey. I wanted to say they should, but I knew I shouldn't. I had to let these two bozos make their own decisions. Even if it may affect my future. My names Jamie by the way, you don't need to know that much about me, accept for the fact that I need to help these two stinkin' douches find their prophet and then I can go home.
Anyway I'm 16 years old. Technically I'll be 17 tonight if I counted right; I have no idea if I did though. It's 11:58 right now according to my watch. Maybe something spectacular will happen at 12:00, Like Sam and Dean agreeing on recording their dumb life. I saw Dean take out the recording device and hold it up to his mouth. Sam was driving tonight because Dean hurt his wrist somehow, then Dean started talking into it. At first he didn't know it was on (lame) and then he had to ask Sam. Then Dean started talking about their adventured from last year (which I wasn't here for) I leaned in closer trying to glen any information I could, then Dean started yelling about Leviathans and how god damn stupid they were and blah de blah de blah. Then he talked about purgatory and their prophet, then they said some "oh so kind" words about me.
"Dude, you know you couldn't have gotten this far without me." Dean turned on me and then I added "Sam defiantly thinks so." Sam then smirked but quickly said "I never said that." Dean just glared at the both of us then went back to recording. It was true that they probably wouldn't have gotten this far without me. I mean they can't understand the angels can they? Or hear them speak? I can, and I don't like it. When I was home I could never do that. But I'm not in Kansas anymore am I? The brothers said that they had a friend like me once who could hear the angels, but she turned out to be an angel. I'm pretty sure I'm not, especially since angel's should know how to spell. I can't spell, it's really a problem. I bet if I was writing this down I would have at least 50 mistakes by now. Which would suck. I can't spell though because I have minor dyslexia, which also sucks.
Anyway after Dean told me to shut up and turned back to what he was doing my watch bleeped 12:00. Whoopie I was technically 17, should I feel any different? I hope not, 'cause that would suck.
I looked up from my watch just in time to see one of the weirdest things ever, a flash of blinding light and a teenage guy flying past the Impala. "What the hell is that?" Dean yelled as he turned off the recorder. Sam suddenly swerved off the road and started driving in the direction we saw the light come from. I'm guessing they didn't see the boy flying past the impala, so i didn't say anything, especially since i was bouncing up and down in the back seat. Soon we were by some grassy field that was surrounded but a ton of trees, but most of the trees right now were lying down. It looked like some huge explosion had happened (which was true) but the grass remained untouched. Sam and Dean immediatly started to talk and make a plan. I'm impacient so i didn't wait for them and got out of the impala and scaned the area, i saw nothing interesting until the middle of the field that where there was a shape just lying on the ground groaning. I'm guessing it was human. Sam and Dean then jumped out of the Impala, aparently they had made their plan, and rushed towards the figure armed with guns. I took out my trusty little knife andthought about the flying boy I saw, i then turned the opposite way and ran off to search fo him. I ran down towards the road and then followed it until I saw a path through the trees with a ton of broken branches. I smiled to myself and ran across the road towards the path.
I picked my way through the broken branches and then came to another clearing in the woods were a found a body. I was pretty sure it was the teenage boy so I walked up to him cautiously. I held the knife in my hand and approached as quietly as I could, stepping on the balls of my feet, then I made my fatal mistake. I stepped on a twig. I know, I know how could I be so stupid? Well it's kind of easy to when you don't have night vision.
As soon as I heard the snap I cringed and saw the boy bolt upright. I stopped right where I was and remained perfectly still. The boy had dark hair that was a complete mess as the moment, his skin looked pale in the moon light, but then again so did mine and I had gotten a pretty sweet tan. He was wearing a simple dark hoodie, jeans and sneakers. His jeans looked pretty battered though and his hoodie was not looking so great. Underneath his hoodie I could just barely see his orange T-shirt. The boy shook his head and then looked around him, his eyes finally found me and I immediately knew I was in trouble. The boy jumped up and pulled something out of his back pocket… a pen? Seriously he thought he was going to beat me with a pen?
The boy the spoke "Who are you?" I didn't know how I should respond so I did something intelligent like say "uhhhhh," the boy the growled at me (which I thought was rather rude) and then I said "Well I'm Jamie, and I just saw you fly by my car. So I think I should be asking you who you are shouldn't I? So um who are you?" the boy growled again. He didn't say anything for a few moments, as if he was contemplating on whether he should tell me or not (if I was in his head I would vote yes) then he responded "My name's Percy Jackson, now please put your knife away or I will bring out my sword."