AN: Hello, well this is my first story. Is a SPN/PJO crossover, it follows the story's of Hana, Mira, Becky, and Greg. The boys will probably not make an appearance but the people of camp half blood will show up. So please leave an review with appreciation or suggestions please do. Rated t for language and later violence.

Hana

The weirdest day of Hana's life began like any other, at 6:30 her phone started to blare a randomly selected song from her music playlist. She groaned and tossed around in her bed, wishing to stay in sleep's loving embrace for just a little while longer. However her phone just kept blaring "Heat of the moment!", refusing to shut off until she got up, walked across her room, and sled her finger across its screen. She stretched, and thought about just crawling back under her warm comforters, but she knew she needed to get to her friends meeting spot by 7:15. Hanna briefly looked around her room, the walls panted a dull yellow, with the large window across the wall facing the door beginning to show her the first rays of morning light. She went to the bathroom, down the hall from her room in between her and her brother Mat's room. Her brother was at College so she had no need to be quiet as she stumbled to the bathroom sink to splash water on her face. She appraised her self in the mirror, her pixie cut blond hair having relatively no bed head, as this was the main reason it was cut this way. She hated to have to waste time fixing it in the morning. She then changed from her plaid fuzzy PJs and into dark skinny jeans, a tee-shirt showing off her favorite album cover "American idiot", and a black leather jacket leaving it unzipped.

As she was eating her coco puffs some local forecaster was commenting on the bad wether they were having lately and saying there would be thunder storms all over The south eastern United States today. As she finished her mother came in. Hanna looked in to her mother's sleepy hazel eyes, wondering how her own were a deep green. Her mother mumbled morning to her daughter, moving to get her morning coffee. Hana knew her mother would be her bright and cherry self after she had her fix. Her mother told her that her friend Greg called, asking if it was alright if he and Becky took Hana and her friend Mira for some camping after school. "I told him it was fine," her mother said " as long as you kids don't have too much fun." "MOM!" Hana exclaimed, incredulous. Hana's mother held up her hand, "You know I'm talking about Becky, Greg is a gentlemen, in that respect at lest, but Becky can push all of you just a hair over the edge." her mother countered. Hana huffed but it was true, Becky was a wild one. Greg might swear like a sailor, sass like a master, and Hana was sure he had probably had more the his fair share of whisky, despite being only 17, but he never made advances toward anyone. Becky on the other hand flirted with every one, dragged all of them to several parties, and made some of the most inappropriate innuendos, but it was mostly all in fun. Hana stopped the conversation when she saw the time was 7:08. "Shit, I'm gonna be late if I don't leave now, bye mom I'll see you tomorrow!" Hana called out quickly. Her mother looked back at her, and for a second she looked sad, as if it would be a lot longer then tomorrow when she saw her daughter again. But as soon as the look came it was gone. Hana bursting out the door, barely hearing her mothers cheerful good bye.

Hana raced to the bus stop, seeing two of her three friends. Unfortunately she was running too fast to stop and smashed straight into Becky. "Hey!" a startled Becky exclaimed. Hana regained her senses and noticed that she was on top of her friend, a good amount of Becky's purple and black hair her mouth. Spitting it out, they got up and Hana noted her friend's orange shirt, odd black designs and letters were displayed on the front. "Hana next time you want to get on top of me at least buy me diner first." a slightly annoyed Becky said. "Oh please, all I would have to do is ask nicely." Hana countered. "In your dreams, I don't get out of bed unless theirs a four star restaurant involved." Becky retorted. Hana was about to respond when they both heard the roaring laughter coming from the small red head in the corner of her eye. "And what is so funny?" asked Becky, her hands on her hips. " Oh...ohhhh, ahaahhaa... nothing, nothing, it's just... you two." Mira said, laughing in between her words. "Just us what?" Hana inquired. "Seeing someone fall is pretty funny." Mira responded chuckling still. Hana looked at her friend, Mira's fiery red hair was in a short bobbed style, her face covered in freckles. She was wearing a small jean-jacket over a Marvel tee-shirt, she had on jeans, but she also had a pink too-too over them, with combat boots for her shoes. But Hana didn't think it odd, Mira dressed the way she wanted to and that was fine with her.

Just then, the group heard rumbling and saw a familiar "TARDIS Blue" 1967 Chevrolet Impala coming to the bus stop. The driver got out, and raised his hands at the group. "What's up bitch." Becky called to the tall kid with a messy mane of dark brown hair. The driver shook his head, smiling slightly. "A delightful Pixar movie Becky." Greg sassed back. "Don't start, else Mira might have an aneurism." Becky retorted. Greg looked at Hana inquisitively. Hana noted that he had the same shirt as Becky, except he had an open grey trench coat that came down to his knees. Hana explained what had happened with her and Becky earlier. He started laughing like a mad man. Becky smacked him upside the head. "Shut up trench coat; why do you wear that thing any way?" Becky said, clearly trying to change the subject. "Yeah, and and why do you drive that old car?" Miria asked, trying to cover up her laughing fit she had earlier. "Imitation is the highest form of flattery." he answered simply. "Yeah, but who are you imitating?" asked Hana. "It's an obscure reference." Greg replied, growing impatient. "If you guys want me to stop and get coffee you'd better drop this and get in my damn car." "Ok, ok, we're coming." Mira said, not wanting to miss out on the prospect of coffee. They all climbed into the car, Mira sat shotgun with Becky and Hana in the back while Greg drove. "So, we're going to camp?" Hana inquired, trying to start a conversation. Suddenly Becky tensed up and Hana saw a odd look in her friend's purple colored contacts, like she'd been caught in a police search light. But she recovered quickly and Hana thought the look was just her imagination. "You know full well we're going to the Hill." Beaky responded, seemingly surprised at her friend's question. The Hill was a clearing in the middle of some forest, it was were they went when they needed a break from the world, when they needed to just be with each other, no judgement, no problems, and no worries. "I thought it would be a good way to start off summer vacation." Greg added. After that the group just amiably chatted and joked the rest of the drive.

When they arrived at school they were stopped in the hall way by Miss. Amy, a political science teacher, also known as the President Bitch. She was one of those teachers that adored the popular kids and the super smart stuck-up AP kids and hated everyone else. Her teaching style was nothing short of pure evil. She would not only refuse to go over any material more than once even if you where out the day it was taught But she would also scream at students who asked about or for anything, excluding her "little darlings". She had a fun game to brake up even the closest of friendships; she did this by assigning group protects on extremely controversial topics, and forcing the students to pick one side of the argument, nearly ruining even Hana and Becky's friendship when doing a project on universal healthcare. If it weren't for the Hill, Greg's tendency to not put up with bullshit, and the fact that Mira was in tears over the feud, the two would have never spoken after it was done. The fact they survived her discord sowing only made her hate the group more. "Well if it's not my favorite students!" Miss. Amy exclaimed with a dry tone, clearly trying to make them react. They just ignored her, thankful that it was the last day of school so she couldn't give them any detention. She switched tactics, "Mira, what on earth are wearing, I mean just because you don't have a mother to help you dress does not mean you can ignore normality all together." she said with a harsh condensing tone. Mira started to tear up and would begin to cry if she heard anything more about her mother. They all went into their respective battle stations, Greg immediately went to hug and comfort mode, Hana tried to strangle Miss. Amy, and Becky held back Hana. "Come on let's jus... let's just go." Mira choked, trying to keep it together. Miss. Amy was about to finish Mira off but just then another teacher appeared, Mr. Brunner, the Latin teacher. "Miss. Amy, that was out of line!" Barked Mr. Brunner with an authoritative voice. Miss. Amy looked at him with burning hatred and Hana thought she would tip over his wheelchair, but she simply walked away in a huff. Mira gave Mr. Brunner a look of thanks. The old Latin teacher then wheeled away. "You ok?" Greg asked Mira. "Yeah, yeah I'm good." Mira mumbled. "You sure?" Hana inquired. "I just said I'm fine." Mira snapped. If it had been about anything but her mother she would have just shrugged it off. Her mother raised her until her death in a car crash two years ago, Mira was just 14. Mira, like Hana, had never known her father, she lived with her aunt and uncle. They were nice, but it wasn't the same thing she had with her mother. After making absolute sure that Mira was cool they headed to first period classes, Hana and Becky to Chemistry, Mira and Greg to World history.

Most of the teachers realized that none of the students gave a fuck about the last day before summer, mostly because the teachers themselves didn't give a fuck, and the rest didn't care because it was a half day any way. So most teachers just let the students talk amongst themselves or watch a movie. The only teachers of Hana's that made them do work were Mr. Brunner and Miss. Amy. The work done was totally different though, with Mr. Burner only giving them one work sheet and they could work with up to four partners. Lucky all of Hana's friends had Latin the same time as she did and they got their work done quickly. Their last class was different, it was Miss. Amy's class, and she was on the war path, giving the four a total of five work sheets, ten pages of reading, and two pop quizzes; all the while she had the eyes of a murderer. Somehow the the group finished just before the final bell. "Ugh, finally I thought I would die in that class." Hana remarked as they were walking out to Greg's car. She suddenly noticed the speed at which Greg and Becky were making them walk, it wasn't a run but certainly faster than normal. She would have just ignored it but then she saw their faces, false smiles, tense muscles, and it almost seemed as if they were trying to get Mira and her out as fast as they could. When they were outside the sky looked as if it would rain any minute. As they moved to their secret short cut though the woods to Greg's car, parked a block away because he didn't have a parking pass, Mira asked them what was wrong. "Nothing!" Greg and Becky responded quickly and in unison. Hana didn't get scared often, but she was scared now.

As they moved though their forest trail, Greg's mask broke and he looked worried. Becky dropped her act soon after, "How many?" She asked, almost like she was getting ready for a fight. "Five, I don't know of what though." Greg responded in the same determined tone. "What the fuck is going on guys." Hana questioned, a little fear in her voice. Greg shushed her and whispered,"Act as if nothing it wrong, don't scream, don't ask questions, and above all don't stop until we stop." Now she was terrified, but she trusted her friends and did as they asked. They almost made it but, just as they saw the last ten yards of the path to the old Church parking lot were the car was, Greg stopped. "Damn." he cursed in quiet voice. Suddenly two... well Hana didn't know what they were, appeared right in front of her. They were different creatures, one looked like a horse with the back of a roster, the other was a giant black dog, it's mussel covered in drool and foam. Becky pushed Hana behind her and Greg did the same with Mira. Hana then saw two other things behind her, this time they were of the same species but nowhere near human. They were snakes with arms and one big tale instead of legs, they were armed with bronze spears. Mira whimpered and Hana felt like doing the same. The she saw Becky draw a two and a half foot bronze sword from her backpack. "What the...who the...how the...WHAT THE FUCK!?" A confused Mira exclaimed. "Look we'll give you the long version later, but short version? Those things want you dead, and we don't." Greg stated with a cool, collected tone, like he'd fought these things every day. Hana was suddenly aware of the double-barreled sawed-off shotgun he had in his hands. Before she could say any thing the rooster-horse charged Becky, who side stepped and tried to stab the monster but it moved out of the way just in time. Hana then heard the loudest explosion she'd ever heard. She realized Greg had fired one of his barrels and had hit one of the snake lades square in the chest. The monster screamed and disintegrated into dust. Hana focused on Becky, she was doing well holding her monsters at bay. Greg shot again and missed, the snake lady tripped him and was about to stab him when a spear-head went though it's chest. The monster disintegrated with surprise on its face. Mira stood in its place, her face a mix of fear and shock, like she had no idea how she had just done that. Becky had managed to slice the dog thing in half, leaving nothing but dust. Then the rooster-horse knocked Becky to the ground and was going to trample Hana's friend to death. Suddenly Hana was aware she had a large stick in her hands and was charging the monster, swiping her improvised weapon across its back legs, tripping it. Greg must have reloaded his gun when Hana wasn't looking because she heard the loud bang of the weapon and seconds later the monster disintegrated.

They all stood there, breathless, no one saying any thing. Mira broke the silence, "Ok, what the unholy fuckty fuck were those things?" Mira questioned with a shocked voice. Greg and Becky shared a look. "Guys we deserve to know." Hana stated with an accusatory tone. Becky looked pained, as if the words she was about to say hurt her. "Your right. You do deserve to know what's going on." She huffed. "Ok, well, you know the old Greek and Roman legends, like from Mr. Burner's class?" Becky asked, the smallest hint of a smirk on her face. "What does that have to do with any- Oh no, no, no way!" Mira replied, starting angry and indigent but ending shell shocked. "No way what? What are you talking about?!" Hana nearly yelled. Her friend was about to respond but a familiar, cold, and venomous voice said "The story's are real, the gods are real as are demons, vampires, werewolves, and just about every other supernatural creature you've ever heard of." Hana looked in the direction of the voice to find her political science teacher, only her eyes were solid black with no trace of any other color. Greg immediately put the group behind him. Hana was about to tell him not to be a twit but then she saw his eyes, namely that they were blue. They were always blue but this time they were glowing, a bright light shining from them. She saw a foot and a half long, sliver colored blade descend from his coat sleeve, but she had never seen any evidence of it being up his coat before. "Begone demon!" Greg growled in a not very Greg like voice. His face was twisted in anger as well as a small amount of fear. Miss. Amy laughed, "And miss the opportunity to bring two Demi-gods, a fallen angel, and an angel spawn to Crowley? Not a chance." The demon scoffed. "I won't ask again, leave NOW!" Greg shouted, louder then a artillery shell. Hana started to notice the bright white glow that was coming from her friend, not just his eyes but all of him, and suddenly, wings shot out from the back of his trench coat, not ripping the material, but phasing though it. The wings were eagle shaped, about fifteen feet from one tip to the other. They were colored the same deep blue as his car, but bright white trimmed the edges. Hana was in awe, astounded by the spectacle. However Miss. Amy was unimpressed. "Maybe you can get it up, but you can't keep it up." The demon stated, smirking. Greg lunged, but not with the knife, putting his palm on Amy's forehead. Briefly a dull yellow light stared to glow from behind her eye's and said eye's stared to smoke. But all of a sudden all glow from her friend was gone, Greg's wings where also gone, the only thing he had was the blade in his hands. Before he could react the demon pimp smacked him. Dropping his blade he flew into a tree, slumping against it.

Now the demon smiled, pointing her finger at the three and moving it downward. Hana was roughly pushed to the ground, she tried to struggle but it was useless. She looked over at Becky, she had the same fearful look of confusion on her face that Hana did. Hana was worried when she looked to Mira and didn't see her, but then she realized that Mira was not missing, just staining up holding the blade Greg had dropped. She was trembling with terror, confusion, and rage. "Stop, just leave us alone." Mira stammered out. "Oh, ok even though your angel friend couldn't stop me, just because you asked I'm just going leave the catch of the century." The demon replied with heavy sarcasm and a roll of the eyes. Hana was petrified, but she soon found out she could still talk. She thought back to one of Mr. Bruner's attempts to make Latin fun by making the class memorize an exorcism. "Come on, you really think that will work?" A condensing voice in her head told her. But she was desperate. Mumbling so the demon could barley hear her she started "Exorcizamost te om nis immunedus spritus" "Stop it now!" The demon shouted, a tiny amount of fear in her voice. Hana found she could no longer talk. Mira thankfully realized what she was doing and continued the passage. Amy stared writhing in pain, pulling a knife from nowhere and then putting it to Becky's throat. "Stop or I kill this bitch." Amy commanded, a feral look on her face. No one could have guessed what happened next. Mira lunged, eyes glowing a dull golden. She talked the demon, and put Greg's knife to its neck. Hana heard a ripping of cloth and saw wings pop out of the back of Mira's shirt. Her wings were smaller then Greg's, only about ten feet tip to tip, shaped more like a hawks then an eagles. They were golden with rusty-red streaks randomly dashed along the main sections of the wings. They seemed more solid then Greg's, like they truly were a part of her. Mira stabbed the demon with the blade. The demon screamed and a yellow light flashed from the inside of its body before going limp. Mira suddenly seemed to notice her wings and glowing eyes. A look of realization slowly spread across her face. Then every thing hit Hana like she was a coyote standing on a giant X. The demon had called Mira angel spawn and called Hana demigod. Mira was a half-angel, and Hana was half Greek god.