This story contains the following characters:

-Jensen Ackles as Dean Winchester

-Jared Padalecki as Sam Winchester

-Misha Collins as Castiel of Christ

-Ian Somerhalder as Lucifer of God

-Zac Efron as Zeus of Olympus

-Richard Gere as Poseidon of Olympus

-Alex McKee as Pontus of the Titans

-Eva Kerekesova as Rokia of the Fox

Shit about the story and the characters:

This story is more set in season 4-5ish. It's when the apocalypse is in motion and the boys are trying to stop it with the help of Castiel. Rokia is the Teumessian Fox in Greek Mythology. She was created with the intentions to never be caught. After a recent crime, which she will not talk about, she was cast out of Olympus by the King.

Chapter one- Goddamn Zeus.

To say I was nervous was a bit of an understatement. I was in my Goddess form on my way to the throne room. I was in a shit ton of trouble and boy, did I know it. The two foxes beside me had their pelts ridden with nerves. They could feel the tension coming off me, their creator. Exafanisménos, the girl fox was a solid bright red hue with a black muzzle and long red bird wings. I called her Exa on most occasions, seeing as how her full name was tiring to say. The boy, Nekrós, was a light orange/ tan color with white under parts to match his black socks. They were only visible when I was in my Goddess form, but I could feel their emotions at all times. Right now, they were freaking out. Not as bad as I was, seeing as my thoughts had turned into, "He is going to kill you."

Hermes, the messenger of the Gods, and I finally stopped at the large silver door. There was three symbols. Closest to the ceiling was a lightening bolt, showing how Zeus was the most powerful. The other two were side by side. On the left, Poseidon's trident and on the right was the form of Hades' pet three-headed dog. I loved that dog. He was such a big baby.

Ready to get this over with as quick and painless as possible, I shoved the door open and stepped through. Although the Greeks love to make an impression, the throne room was actually quite small. It fit the three thrones and enough room for about a hundred human sized forms into it. The three powerful Gods were each sitting in their respective spots, Zeus high up and his brothers lower down, but on either sides.

Hermes, the little suck up, bowed in a show of respect, muttering, "Kýrie," before fluttering back out, closing the door behind him. I silently scowled at the door as it swung closed, trapping me in. I could hear the magical click of the lock and sighed. No escaping today.

"Teumessian," Zeus said calmly, making me slowly turn back around to smile sweetly at him.

"Yes?" My voice barely a whisper. His chiseled features were definitely not pleased. I knew he wouldn't let me off easy this time.

"What you have done today has been unacceptable. What do you have to say for yourself, Alepoú?" His voice was deep and gravelly, but smooth like silk at the same time. Anytime he spoke in our natural tongue it made me shiver.

I just stared at him. He knew I was not one to make excuses. What did he expect me to say? He knew I was not one to apologize either. And those were basically the only two acceptable things to say right now. So I stayed quiet.

He sighed as he stood up to his full 7''6" height.

I knew instinctively my death sentence was about to be written. Oh, but how there was so many things I wanted to do still!

"Teumessian Rokia Fox. You are to be sent to Earth." Something I had not expected was that sentence coming from Zeus' lushes lips.

I stared at him, my blood boiling. My death would be easier than this. How dare he. I was seething, positive you could see the smoke rolling off me. Unfortunately only a few select Gods could do something like that. The air crackled as Exa and Nekrós bristled and bared their extra long fangs.

As he raised his hand, Poseidon stood. Apparently the God of the sea was angry at this new command as well.

"Zeus. You know how she hates Earth and all of our creations. Give her a easier punishment and kill her," He said, his voice booming across the small space. I loved Poseidon more than any other of the Gods. He was one I would often come to to talk, or to have him calm me down. He was the one I would run to when I was in a time of need. He knew everything about me, and he still never judged. I loved him, like a daughter loves her father. And I held no grudge against him for trying to have me killed instead. Of course Zeus always has to ruin everything.

He shook his head, a grim look on his perfect face. I could tell by the redness of my father figures eyes he was holding in tears. One had escaped, silently rolling down his cheek. I'd never seen Poseidon cry. I was stunned to say the least.

I knew the God loved me, as I did him, but for him, one of the most powerful Gods, to cry over a lowly criminal like me? Unheard of.

Zeus pretended not to notice it as he raised his arm higher.

I flinched as the lightning bolt came down. The blue fire running up my arms and legs was stinging my skin everywhere it touched. I couldn't help but scream out.

I groaned. I hadn't felt human pain in such a long time. My bones ached and my muscles creaked in protest. I was back in my usual form. My red hair tumbling around my small frame as green eyes peered out. My fox ears flickered at all the different sounds. I was glad I had my trench coat on, so I could just pull the deep purple hood up and cover my ears and most of my face.

To say I was furious was an understatement. I couldn't believe Zeus had just tossed me out like that! Death would be better. All the different fumes hurt my sensitive nose and I cringed back into the alley where he dropped me.

My first mission was to find a natural source of water so I could speak with Poseidon. I needed his credit card if I was going to be here.

But that would also involve going out of the protective darkness shrouding me. Which I did not feel like doing.

At a stand still, I cursed under my breath.

Why, why, why didn't Zeus just save me pain and kill me?

Right. 'Cause he doesn't care.

Fuck.

Gathering up courage to face the human world, I started towards the alley entrances, only to be knocked over by something hard.

"Shit!" I yelped, falling back onto my ass with whatever ran into me on top of me. "Get off, you fat oaf!"

Whatever it was was heavy and it was starting to make it hard to breathe.

"Dean?" A weird ass manly voice called out. It was oddly soft to be a mans voice, but the low timbre was there.

Suddenly the weight was lifted and I took in a huge gulp of much needed air. A string of curses left my ruby red lips as I struggled to sit back up. God, the impact had done nothing to help my already in pain body.

"It's a girl," The same voice said.

"No shit, sherlock," I growled.

Before I could move another inch, strong arms were picking up and holding me around the waist.

"What the hell! Get off me, you freak! God, my first day on earth in who know's how long and I get molested. What was he thinking?"

Two pairs of eyes fell on me in confusion before I realized I had said that out loud.

I snarled at them.

"What you've never seen a girl before?"

The one still currently holding me chuckled, setting me back down on my feet.

"No, I've seen plenty alright. Just not as pretty as you," His voice was like silk, deep and strong. I shuddered. Damn, I could get used to that.

If I recalled correctly, his name was Dean and damn, was this guy fine as hell. A strong jaw with high cheekbones and a slightly crooked nose. Light green eyes similar to my own.

The other man, who was a freaking giant, I might add, was struggling to hold laughter in. I scowled at them both, before shoving my way past.

A hand grabbed my cloaked arm and I twisted landing a strong punch on the giants jaw.

"Quit touching me, you sleaze bags!"

Translations:

Alepoú- Fox

Kýrie- Sir