Crossing the Godly Wire
Chapter One: The Wake Up Call
Author's Note: A gift-fic for my wifey, Ash who thought of the crossover, demanded it be written by someone, and I took up the challenge. Hope this is okay lovely.
Warnings: Foul Language, hints of Destiel, and Percabeth. (For Now)
Chapter One: The Wake up Call
"What do you mean someplace "safe"? Have you taken a look around the world here, Cas? It's a flashing neon sign that says DOOM!"
The angel stood stalk still as usual in his drowning tan trench coat, fixing a long and imploring stare of deep blue. He cocked he his a little to the side, his lips in a thin line. He didn't get something.
"Cas might know of a place we don't know of." Sam helped. "A place that's safe for us while this situation is sorted out.
The word 'situation' made it seem harmless; a mere stack of unfinished paperwork. Not the fact that God returned to his rightful place in heaven, and Castiel was being hunted down for punishment of rebellion. So for reasons Dean would rather not talk about (which concerned feelings and all that crap), he teamed up with Sam to protect the angel that so protected them. Sure, a part of it was completely and utterly selfish to keep Castiel. The other, more rational and easier to talk about part was they didn't want Cas to get his wings clipped and have daddy curb stomp him.
"It is a place hidden from the world, but still on it."
"Makes no sense, Cas. As usual, you're making No. Fucking. Sense." Dean muttered, leaning back against baby.
"Mortals cannot enter-"
"Well shit, we've died enough to get out of thatcategory." Dean gripped.
"Shut up Dean, let him speak." Sam snapped, curiosity kicking hard. He sided up next to his brother. "So how do we get in, Cas?"
"A creature there-"
"-you've gotto be kidding me..."
"Chiron is indebted to me and now will be the time I call upon that." Cas finished, not missing a beat despite Dean's snappy attempt to cut him off continuously.
Sam, of course, had his head bowed slightly. His brow was drawn up and bunched in deep thought, his eyes scanning the ground restlessly. The name had sounded so familiar. He should know it but he couldn't put his finger on it. It kept scooting away.
"I will return after I have called him." Castiel said suddenly.
Dean lifted a curious brow. "Your phone is in your pocket."
"A different sort of call, Dean. One that takes a few ingredients before completion."
"You are notcalling a demon."
Now it was Castiels' turn to have his brow bunch in confusion. "Why would I call a demon?"
Dean turned a disbelieving, exasperated, and very comical look at Sam who had paused his mental tirade.
Dean was mouthing curses at his brother, Sammy was elbowing him back excessively. Castiel, on the other hand, buried his right hand into his trench coat and retrieved a large coin. The pads of his fingers played on the detailed sides, letting the brothers argue in front of him while he pondered where to take his next step.
"Cas, what's that?" Sam asked suddenly after slapping Dean upside the head.
"The first step. Now...if you'll excuse me."
The sound of fluttering wings cued his exit causing Dean to toss his hands up as he kicked off the car. He walked to where Castiel had stood, turning to face his brother with an angry glint in his eyes. His feet were planted where the angel had just stood.
"Son of a bitch! How the fuck can we look out for him when he just flies off and away from us?"
"But...that doesn't make any sense..." Sam muttered to himself.
Dean glared at his little brother. "No shit it doesn't make sense, Sam. It nevermakes sense until all the bad shit comes crashing on our faces."
"The coin Dean, did you see the coin?" Sam stressed, pushing off the Impala and walking up to come up toe to toe with his brother. His hands were rolling in front of him, like he was trying to keep himself on track while he caught his brother up.
"Yes I saw the coin."
"Its a Drachma." Sam said, then his eyes faded off and Dean knew he was swimming in that gigantic brain of his.
But nothing called a "Drachma" seemed to ring a bell with him. He couldn't think of anything supernatural with that name, so a part of him relaxed a little.
"THAT!" Sam exclaimed suddenly, flailing so sharply he almost swatted his simply bi-standing brother.
"What?" Dean questioned as he took a sharp step back. Instinctively he took a few looks around in case he missed something else.
"Have you ever heard of an Iris-message?" Sam continued quickly.
"No."
"Greek Gods?"
Dean rolled his eyes with a "no-duh" sort of shrug. "Yes."
Sam nodded. "Then we'll start there."
It felt like another, normal - yet new - day at Camp Half-Blood.
Now that the war was behind them, and the new laws were being put in place, it had been a bit of an overwhelming experience. At first, Percy didn't know his right from his left. Luckily, Annabeth was there to remind him that his head went on his shoulders and should be taken out of his ass. If his head was not shoved up there, it did not give him the right to talk out of it.
The new round of cabins were in the beginning stages of building. Kids were getting claimed on a daily basis. The Hermes cabin wasn't as clustered as it once was. Well...with campers. Stolen goods still wracked the place from floor to ceiling. The Stoll brothers were relentless.
Annabeth was back and forth from camp and Olympus. She was the official architect of the Gods after all. So as much as Percy wanted to spend his free time with his new girlfriend, he knew she was happily busy. She also stopped by constantly to check on the new cabins, and of course, him.
Grover stopped in occasionally when he'd stop in with new campers and give Percy updates on the progress of nature. Then, he'd be off all over again with Percy jogging after him with something he forgot.
Tyson came to visit when their father had a message to deliver. For some reason, Posideon just didn't want to use that fancy fountain in Percy's cabin lately. Not that Percy was complaining, but his dad was really giving away his soft side. Usually Percy was excused from duties when Tyson came to visit. Mrs. O'Leary would romp around happily while
Tyson would throw her scrap metal balls hundred of yards away for her to fetch. After a few bone crushing hugs, Tyson would depart all over again.
Despite things coming together so wonderfully, some days were lonely. Sometimes he wasn't needed on any building projects. He had no woodland magic to help repair left over damages. He didn't need to, nor exactly wanted to, practice sword play or archery. If he picked anymore berries, he'd turn into one. So one day after already helping build a cabin, talked to Nico, visited the beach, and restocked the woods; he caved. He wondered to the big house desperate for something – anything – to do. Even if that meant
Chiron was going to make him clean the floorboards with a tooth brush. Secretly, he was hoping he'd be sent out on a mission, but he wasn't holding his breath.
He opened the door and let himself in and aimlessly wondered down to Chiron's room. He never bothered to knock anymore. He always opened the door and Chiron welcomed him in with those knowing eyes and easy smile. Thankfully, he usually turned off his cruddy music.
But this time he walked in on something he was familiar with. An Iris-message. He'd seen them and used them more times than he could count, really. This time though, Percy did not recognize the person on the other end.
For the first time in Percy's knowledge, Chiron didn't notice him when he entered.
"It is imperative, Chiron. There are no other options left."
"Yes Castiel, I understand, but they do not have a blood of a god in them. Even with permission...I don't know if we can get them in."
"What if-?"
"Belief is not enough, and you know it." Chiron cut, though still with a gentle tone.
The man's face, somewhat obscured through the Iris-message had his mouth carved into a frown. His eyes boring into the room like search lights. It made Percy shiver slightly. His large, imploring blue eyes that reminded Percy of a certain god. The man had eyes like Zeus.
"Your pupil seems stunned by a common form of communication of your kind. Why?" Castiel questioned, his brow furrowing together.
Chiron turned his head, catching Percy's eyes before turning back to the message. "Unless you can come up with a very good catch, I'm afraid I cannot help you. I wish you luck. May your god notbe with you Castiel."
Then he raised his hand up and wiped the image from the air.
"May your god not be with you?Why would you wish someone bad luck? And we have more that one god...what's going on?"
Percy was rambling so fast he didn't really give the centaur time to answer the questions until Percy had fully strode in his room, his eyes lost and confused.
"It is not-"
"Don't tell me it is not my concern. Not after everything we've gone through over these past few years. I'm not the same kid that stumbled down the hill and you know it."
Chiron frowned slightly at the war strung eyes of the child in front of him. Someone who had seen so much, been through too much, all before he finished high school. He didn't want to keep Percy in the dark but it was hard to explain what was happening. He let out a long sigh as Percy watched him carefully.
"Sit. I'll explain this as best as I can, I assure you."
Percy shrugged, taking a few short steps to the left of him and took a seat on the desk.
"Now, you know of the gods."
Percy gave Chiron a sideways look that clearly meant he thought the old centaur had lost his marbles, but he nodded slowly. "Duh."
He was never the subtle type.
"There are more gods out there Percy. Lots of them. Yes, the Greeks had enough to make any normal persons head spin."
"I'm notnormal and my head doesn't spin. It jumps in a blender when it is on high."
"Percy...what I'm talking about is more than frowned upon. The fact that I'm talking about other gods outside of the Greeks is bad."
"Well, it can't matter much, right? I mean, a lot of people believe in a lot of different things. A lot of people worship different gods all the time. It's happened for forever, right?"
"But of how many of them are you sure of their existence?" He replied.
The sudden sound of fluttering wings caused Dean to turn his head. He was mid-stride to the motel room door, hand outstretched to grip the handle. His jaw clenched when his mind flashed scenarios of punching Cas from here to China before he felt the old mental throb in his hand. It was never very smart to punch an angel. Vessel or not.
He decided on verbal warfare.
He spun on the spot and nearly growled, walking up to be toe to toe with him. "You son of a bitch! Where the hell did you go?" Every bark of a word, Castiel's hair just barely fluttered. Dean didn't care if he'd gone over "personal space" and now here he was leaving no room for such words. Fuck it. "Did you forget the fact that God, the big guy upstairs, is trying to find you and revert to the vengeful days all over your ass? You can't just run...flyoff without so much as a clue and then come back. You have to stay with us."
"It was imperative that I get this done, Dean. It could keep you safe."
"I'm not the one who needs it Cas! It's you. It. Is. You! Did you forget that at some point? What if God took all your mojo? You'd be stranded somewhere, that's what. Then you'd be a sitting duck for your "family" to come and get. You wouldn't be able to put up a damn fight." Dean was seething, but that was the best way he could express most of his feelings. If he was concerned about you, he'd most likely tell you off. It was easier. Like now.
"I did not mean to cause you to become angry, Dean. I was doing what I thought would be best."
"What is best Cas..." Dean snarled before pausing. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He locked eyes with the angel and held his gaze steadily as he muttered. "It's just best that I always know you're safe, so please, stop being a rouge pigeon going after a loaf of bread."
"I will refrain from flying off." Cas translated.
"Now. Tell me what was so fucking important that you had to-"
The door swung open, Sam holding on to a bunch of bags and barely able to use his hands. Dean and Cas, still undeniably close together, turned to stare at him. Instead of helping, Dean cursed.
"Little help?" Sam bit.
Dean stepped towards him, releaving him of some of the bags while Castiel looked on curiously. "Are all of those bags full of food?"
"Where did you get that Drachma?" Sam asked, jumping the gun.
Castiel looked at him curiously, large blue eyes staring questionably at him. Dean looked over his shoulder.
"How is thatyour number one concern?"
Sam's eyes were lighting up and Dean knew he was on a roll. "Did you really create an Iris-message? A real one?"
"Are there other kinds?"
Dean turned, dropping the bags on the flimsy table. "Can we eat before you go full on geek mode and I lose you for the night? I want my pie."
Sam reached passed Castiel and handed over one of the bags, still reeling mentally and trying to sort through all the questions. Dean sat the bag down on the table, turning his
back to them. They could talk about whatever for all he cared now, he had his pie.
But of course, as fate usually had it when Dean Winchester wanted pie, he would not be having any tonight.
"I apologize Dean, but you cannot indulge in your food addiction." Castiel's gravel hard voice struck his ear like lightening. Did he just fucking say that?
Dean spun on the spot, opening his mouth to tell off his friend back to heaven and right down to hell, but apparently whatever Cas had to say was far more important.
"We need to be leaving. Now."
The last thing either Dean or Sam remembered was the angel reaching out to both of them, the tips of his fingers striking like a snake, and then the world faded.
Dean's eyes fluttered open, the bright sky beating down on his face and nearly blinding him. He groaned, yanking his hand up to block out the cruel sun. He heard Sam groan which jarred him enough to look over. He blinked away sun spots to focus on his brother.
"You alright?"
Sam makes some sort of sound indicating acknowledgment. Dean gave a lazy roll to his stomach, pressing his hands flat against the grass. The action and realization had him pausing his process of getting up.
"What the fuck? Where are we?"
A familiar rocky voice reached his ears from somewhere far off. "New York." Dean looked up, and across some grass and up a hill stood Castiel underneath a pine tree.
Dean pushed off the ground and stormed up the hill towards him, Sam scrambling behind him. The last thing Sam needed was his brother trying to beat an angel who was built like a tank.
But as the two brothers came more and more near their angel friend, the slower and more hesitant their footfalls became. Not because of Cas. A little because his wings were out and showing. Slightly because they didn't know the one teen in a bright orange shirt. But mostly because there was a half guy, half horse thing right beside him.
As if they hadn't see enough weird shit in their lives.
"What the hell did you do Castiel?" Dean growled, coming to a halt just before the tree. Sam sided up next to him, just as weary of the situation and just as confused.
"I had to bring you here to keep all of us safe for the time being."
"You could have just brought us." Sam said gently. "You know we'll follow you."
Castiel locked eyes with Dean and his face softened, his body was a little less rigid as if a large weight was starting to melt off of him. His eyes were gentle and full of care and concern, causing Dean's heart to tap a little extra.
"I needed to do something to the two of you. I had to ensure that you would feel no pain." Dean clenched his jaw when Castiel's eyes barely flicked to Sam, but easily locked with his burning with sincerity. "I could not force you to endure pain."
Castiel turned toward the centaur and gave a small nod.
"I, Chiron, give Sam and Dean Winchester permission to enter."
Sam and Dean looked at each other, then to the trio, unsure.
"I cannot assure you entirely that my preparations will work, but no other options have limited us to a trial of testing."
"I'm guessing he means you can cross the border, but you might not make it." The teen yelled.
Chiron muttered something under his breath and the teen shrugged. "Please excuse Percy."
"Not if he's the one telling the truth and giving us a fair warning." Dean said.
"I'm not a Son of Athena or anything, but your friend here seems to know his stuff." Percy walked down the hill towards them, sticking out his hand to Dean.
The older man took it and then Percy shook Sam's hand. "I've heard way too much about you two. The boundary is invisible, but you'll know if you can't get through."
Sam read over his shirt and frowned. He had no time to comment as Percy waved them along. "Sooner you get this over with the better. We'll miss dinner if we don't hurry."
Dean, despite his confusion, anger, and resentments perked at the idea of food. He'd been beamed up to the mother-ship for some type of angel probing apparently before he had a chance to eat.
Sam and Dean looked at one another again before nodding to each other and walking forward, slow steps easing into a sensible rhythm. After a horrible thirty seconds that seemed like thirty years, they came to an unsure stop in front of the three spectators.
"Is that it?" Sam asked.
Percy laughed but stifled it when Chiron gave him a bit of a cross look. Percy looked towards the brothers who were confused and lost, and he remembered that feeling. He at least had Grover's familiar face. Not his legs...just, from the waist up was familiar. They had each other and this weird guy, sure. Percy still knew how they were feeling. He gave them a sympathetic look.
"Chiron, how about I show them around and everything after you and uh...Castiel? Yeah, after you two explain some things?"
Everyone gave small, unsure nods, still having their eyes rake over everyone and everything around them in confusion. Finally, the centaur broke the silence.
"Castiel, how did this become possible?" Chiron asked, eyeing the brothers carefully.
"By the grace of God." Castiel said simply.
"...What?" The brothers asked in unison.
Author's Note: Welp, there is chapter one. Should be more...any where between 1-3 more. Hope you enjoy.
