Okay... this (Like some of my others) Have already been written to a point. This story takes place in season four of Supernatural and a little ways after the Heroes of Olympus.

Disclaimer... I don't own Supernatural or Percy Jackson and the Olympians.

Now please... read.


Caith

"Okay... being a Hunter's one thing... but being hunted!" I shouted over the wind as my close friend Wes Tearmenar (Who [apparently] has goat legs) lead me up a hill.

"Will you please stop bring up you're heritage?!" Wes gripped.

I glanced behind me and cussed, black dogs with glowing red eyes were chasing us, "Hey idjit! They're catching up!"

"When will those Hell-hounds quite!" Wes gasped out, "Don't worry! We're almost there!"

"Almost WHERE, Wes?!" I shouted angrily.

"Just hold on a second!" Was all Wes said before we passed through a gateway, and we stopped running, "We're here."

"Uh... Hell-hounds!" I pointed at the dogs, I looked and saw that they were stuck outside the gateway, "What the...?"

"Barrier." Wes said simply, "I gotta take you to Chiron."

I scuffed, "Dude, Chiron and all the Pagan gods can't be really alive."

"Oh? But they are, young one." My head snapped over to where I heard the voice, and I saw a white stallion Centaur, "I, in fact, am the one they call Chiron."

I blinked, "Oh, Uncle Sam and Dean are gonna get a kick outta this."

"'Uncle Sam and Dean'?" 'Chiron' frowned at the mention of my uncles.

"I'm Caith Singer. Bobby Singer's and Karen Singer's daughter." I introduced myself, "Sam and Dean Winchester are my dad's godsons, and I've considered them my Uncles for as long as I could remember."

Chiron nodded, "Come with me... I have some questions I'd like to ask."

I frowned, and followed Chiron onto the front porch of a house on the top of the hill, "What do you wanna talk to me about?" He motioned for me to sit in one of the chairs, which I did.

"Have either of your parents shown... resentment or anger towards you?" Chiron asked right off the bat.

I frowned, "You mean has my dad? My mom's dead. She got... um... stabbed."

"My condolences." Chiron frowned too.

"No need. And to answer your question... my Dad always was kind to me. Taught me the family business." I explained.

"Oh? And what would that be?" Chiron wandered allowed.

"Um..." I bit my lip, hunters are supposed to be great liars!

"No need to lie, Miss. Singer. You can tell me." Chiron assured me.

I sighed heavily, "My mom got possessed by a demon two days after I was born. My dad had tried to kill the demon -accidentally killing her- or he and I would get killed."

"Your father... did he ever resent you in anyway?" Chiron asked again.

I sighed, "The day before she was possessed, my dad told my mom he didn't want a kid, much less a girl like me. When I asked him what he meant when he told me what happened to her, he said that I was special and that one day I'd find out for myself. He told me that he loved me, and that he was gonna teach me all he could about hunting monsters. That's the family business; Monster hunting."

"He sounds like a good man." Chiron nodded, "Was there something special you were gonna do before this happened?"

"I don't know." I shrugged, "Wes, over there, took me here before we could do anything." I glared at my best friend.

"Dean was suggesting you fight a Hydra! I had to do SOMETHING to get you out of there!" He defended himself, getting a lot of people to stare.

"Fight a Hydra? That girl?" I heard some whisper.

"She can't be older than 17." Others whispered.

"Oops." Wes winced.

"Wes...!" I growled dangerously.

"What other sort of monsters do you fight?" Chiron got my attention again.

I scuffed, "Take your pick. Greek, Egyptian, Norse, Celtic, Asian, Japanese, Indian, Babylonian, African, Mayan, Aztec, my least favorite Roman... and a whole lot more. Both monsters and -sometimes at least- Pagan gods."

"Do you kill them? The 'Pagan gods' I mean." Chiron elaborated.

I scuffed again, "You kidding? My dad only lets me fight ghost, ghouls -Which are NOT the same as ghost-, vampires, werewolves, and -Rarely anyway- Demon possessed humans. I help Sam and Dean with some cases like my dad, but that's about it. I just wish I could get my hands on this one supernatural person. First went by Loki, then we found out he's a Trickster."

More whispers.

"Don't you people have something OTHER to do?!" I snapped at the small crowd that gathered.

"Nope. Newbies coming in are more important most of the time." I blinked as one of them, a boy that looked so much like Adam they could be twins, walked up the steps and over to us, "Why are you staring at me like that?"

I shook my head, as he sat down beside me, "Before I say anything, is your name Adam Milligan?"

The Adam look-alike frowned, "Luke Castellan."

I sighed, "Oh. Sorry... it's just... you look so much like Sam and Dean's half-brother." The guy also had a 'should be dead' feeling to him too.

Luke smirked, "How much?"

"Certainly seem like Adam." I rolled my eyes, "And it's just your appearance and all. But now that I think about it... that's not possible."

"How come?" Luke frowned.

"He's dead." I answered simply.

More whispers and I was starting to wish that I hadn't dropped my salted dagger on the run here.

"That's enough everyone, get back to your cabins." Chiron called out. Thankfully the people gathered around cleared out.

"Okay... so this Adam guy... what happened to him?" Luke asked.

"Kinda makes me feel like I'm tell you your death." I looked away from him. 'Cas! Where the hell are you?!'

"Come on... it can't be that bad." Luke laughed lightly.

"He died, and a ghoul took his place. Nearly killed me and Sam."

"And ghouls are?" The two males blinked.

"Flesh eating creatures. They rarely eat the living." I answered simply, "Ghouls take the form of whoever they ate last, and they try to kill the living."

"And you FOUGHT that kind of thing?!" Luke gasped and I scuffed.

"Two actually. Another ghoul also ate his mom." I explained, "I still wanna get Dean for almost letting us get mauled!"

"So you've fought before?" Chiron got my attention once more.

I scuffed again, "Honed my senses in battles. Hunting's my life. So why Wes Tearmenar just took me off a case and dragged me halfway up the country... I have no idea."

"It was your mom that had you? Did your dad know?" Chiron asked.

"My dad didn't get laid by my mom, no. Heck no... least not as far as I can tell. I have a picture... here." I pulled the picture of my dad, Dean and I out, and showed it to Chiron, "I've got long dirty red-blond hair, golden-green eyes and semi-light skin, my dad has none of those."

"A picture tells a thousand words." Luke looked at the picture, "Who's the guy next to you?"

I smiled lightly, "That'd be Dean. Sam lost the coin toss and had to take the picture instead of being in it."

"You're really close to them, aren't you?" Luke smiled at me.

I nodded, "Yeah. Dean and Sam were really the first people that taught me how to Hunt. My dad was too new at it and he didn't want me to find out, so I went to them. Turns out the old saying's correct."

"What saying?" Luke frowned.

I smirked, "Three time's the charm."

"Three's a very special number in a lot of cultures." Chiron noted.

I nodded, "Right."

"Speaking of which," Luke got my attention once more, "What culture do you think this place is ab-"

"Greek." I answered before he could finish, "No doubt in my mind. It's Greek. Correct me if I'm wrong, but 'Chiron' was the centaur that trained Jason, a GREEK Demigod."

Chiron nodded, "That's correct. This camp is for Greek Demigods. It's called Camp Half-Blood."

I frowned, "Never heard of it."

"I didn't think you would've." Chiron smiled lightly, "Now... I believe it's time for Luke to take you to Cabin eleven. I trust you packed your things?"

"I travel out of a suitcase." I retorted, "I don't have many things."

Chiron nodded, "Okay, take them with you to the cabin. If you are claimed before you get there, you will be taken to that cabin instead."

"Claimed?" I frowned.

"Your godly parent has revealed themselves to you." Chiron explained simply.

I frowned but nodded, and stood up, "Hey Wes! Toss me my suitcase!"

After Wes easily tossed my suitcase to me, Luke and I walked to what I figured was Cabin Eleven.

"Oh... you might wanna hide all your stuff." Luke advised.

"Hermes, God of Travelers and Thieves." I recited what I remembered from some mythology books, "Trust me, man. If anyone touches my stuff... they'll be going straight to your version of Hell or Heaven depending on what they touch. They wouldn't even be able to get ahold of my dagger... if I still had it."

"What's the dagger supposed to be for? I'm sure you could get more." Luke retorted gently.

I scuffed, "It's a Hunter's dagger. It kills demons and, when I will it to, Angels. Plus it's salted to kill anything demonic. My dad gave it to me when I started hunting."

"Cool dagger." Luke scuffed, and reached for my suitcase, "Any other special weapons?..."

I grabbed his arm, and pulled it behind his back, "Do you wish to die a slow and painful death?"

"No..." He gasped out.

I let him go, "Now you know not to go near or touch my weapons without my consent."

Luke

I nodded quickly, as we continued our trek to my father's cabin.

I sighed heavily, "You know something about me personally don't you?"

"That you should be dead? Yeah. I can tell." Caith nodded.

"I made a deal with Hades." I reasoned, "He agreed to let me go back to the land of the living so long as I didn't go back to being evil for about three years. It's been one and a half years though… so I'm getting there at least..."

Caith scuffed, "Making a deal with Hades is probably like making a deal with the devil... or a Crossroad demon. Dude, you shouldn't worry about it, you seem like a good guy to me."

"Okay, you've gotta tell me all the creatures you've come across in your travels." I decided.

Caith nodded before pointed to my father's cabin, "That's cabin Eleven?"

I nodded, "The one and the same."

We walked into the cabin and I gulped. I wasn't really welcome with anything to do with Hermes anymore... if anything I was pretty much banned from everything.

"Dude. Who's the chick?" My half-brother, Chris Rodriguez, looked at Caith.

Said girl opened her bag, and pulled out a medium sized sword that barely fit it, and put the tip at his throat, "The name's Caith Singer, and don't call me 'chick' ever again." She pushed the tip of the sword so it was right at his throat.

Chris gulped slightly then nodded.

Caith slowly put the sword down, "Good."

"Where'd you get that? That's not a normal sword." I noted.

"No duh." Caith put it back in her case, "My dad makes me take it everywhere I go. Along with salt and some Holy water... and some other things that I don't think is allowed here."

I frowned, "Like?"

She pulled out something silver, "Handgun with salt-packed bullets." She quickly put it back.

"Yeah, too modern." I nodded.

Caith nodded too, "Figured. It's one of the best ways to deal with... well, quite a bit of things. Except Angels."

"Why not Angels?" I frowned.

She scuffed, "If my dad, Dean or Sam knew, they never told me."

"Are they the only ones you talk to?" I motioned for her to sit on a bed.

"Well... in lament's terms, yes." Caith walked over to the bed and sat down, "A few hunters are close to us, but I rarely see them or talk to them."

"Oh." I frowned, and sat beside her, "That's sad."

Caith shook her head, "Not really. Most hunters work solo, they only come to my dad if they need help in something."

"Like what?" Chris bellowed softly.

"Help with lore, old folk tales and stuff, when they're on a case." Caith answered simply.

"Why do you keep saying case?" I recalled the amount of times she's used the word.

"Missions, I guess would be a better example." Caith rephrased, "They're what hunters take up when something seems slightly supernatural."

"Like what? What do hunters normally deal with?" I asked cautiously.

Caith chuckled lightly, "There's a long list of them. You sure you want me to tell you?"

"On second thought... never mind." I decided.

Caith nodded, "Smart."

"Oh boy... can't wait to see what parent you've got." Chris scuffed.

"It's definitely a God. I can say that." I retorted.

"So she could be our sibling." Chris gripped.

"I also know how to deal with demigods, idjit." Caith rolled her eyes.

"Sorry... I'm Chris Rodriguez." Chris introduced himself to Caith.

She nodded, "It's okay."

"Hey Chris... You wanna show her around? I can't go anywhere without being glaring at me." I requested.

"Sorry, but Clarisse told me to help her out with something." Chris sighed, "Which reminds me... I better go."

With that, he quickly left.

I gulped, "Well... guess I better show you around."

"Don't be so nervous. You're a good guy. Try to keep that in mind." Caith put hand on my shoulder as we stood up.

"How can you be so sure?" I grumbled as we walked out of the room.

Caith smirked, "A hunter's gotta have a good eye for things. And just because some people might hate you, doesn't mean everyone hates you."

I laughed sadly at that, "You're only saying that cause I look like this Adam guy."

"No I'm not." I glanced over and saw that her eyes were stern, "Trust me, if I didn't see you as a good guy, I would've killed you by now. I still wanna kill Adam himself for being an idjit. And before you ask, idjit is another term for idiot. My dad says it all the time."

I nodded, "Got any others?" I pulled her aside as some campers on Pegasi raced passed us.

"Uh... yeah... but were those..." Caith stared at where the Pegasi flew off to.

"Pegasi. Yeah." I bellowed softly.

"They must really hate you. Do you know how strong a Pegasi's hoof is?" Caith looked over at me as we continued our walk.

I shrugged, "I got used to it."

"That's still bad, Luke." Caith noted as we got to the Stables, "Whoa! Those are some awesome looking Pegasi!"

I chuckled lightly, "This is the Stables, the Demeter cabin looks after them."

Caith nodded, "Cool. Next place."

"Okay... follow me to the climbing wall." I motioned for her to follow me.

"Climbing wall?" Caith blinked, as she followed me away from the stables and over to the wall.

"Yeah, it's not that big a problem... if you want to live." I explained.

"What does it do?" Caith sighed heavily.

"Oh nothing... lava just flows out sometimes for an 'extra challenge'." I answered simply.

"Do I have to see it?" Caith rolled her eyes, "Cause I'm pretty sure I can beat it."

I stopped walking and stared at her, "You sure you wanna do that?"

Caith shrugged, "I've faced a lot of deadly things. Lava can't be that hard."

"You're gonna regret it but okay..." I gulped, "Hey Mr. D! The newbie wants to try the climbing wall!"

"Really? She does?" The God of Wine walked over to us, "Are you mad already Miss... whatever your name is?"

"Caith Singer. And I'll guess the D stands for Dionysus, God of Wine and madness?" Caith folded her arms.

I winced as thunder rumbled near us.

"Smart one Miss. Zenger." Mr. D nodded, "But be careful names have power."

"Trust me I know. And it's Singer." Caith sighed heavily, "Anyway... can I climb the Wall or what?"

"Go on ahead." Mr. D waved us off.

"You've gotta be the craziest person alive. You know that right?" I whispered to her as we walked over to the Wall.

"I'm a hunter. We're always crazy." She retorted, "Always considered crazy anyway."

I sighed heavily before we got up to the wall, and Chiron trotted over to us, "Ah, Miss. Singer. Do you wish to try your luck at Climbing?"

The new girl nodded, "Yeah. I can do it."

"If that's what you think." Chiron nodded, before looking at me, "Luke, you are a veteran of the Climbing wall, you should climb as well."

I sighed, it wasn't a suggestion. It was a command, "Okay. I will."

Caith smiled at me, "Come on. If your look-alike can do something as stupid as get himself killed, I'm sure you can do something like this."

"Thanks for the support." I murmured before we got into climbing gear.

Caith grinned, "I try to be."

I gulped before we put our hands on the rock holds in front of us.

"Are you two ready?" Chiron asked us.

"Ready." We nodded.

"Then go." Chiron nodded.

Caith quickly started to climb up the climbing wall and I quickly followed.

"WOAH!" Caith changed her position on the Climbing wall as another wall almost connected with her, "That was too fudgin' close for comfort!"

She continued to go up, as I saw lava start to flow from the sides, "Oh man!"

Caith jumped over to another wall with hand and foot holds to avoid the lava as much as possible.

I... wasn't having as much luck.

I almost slipped from the rock I was holding onto when the wall collided and I was panicking to the point that be barely noticed the lava coming towards me.

After two years in the underworld I'm really rusty with the Climbing Wall.

"How you doing Castellan? Any better than before Kronos?" I heard several campers mock, some of them were even my own Half-Siblings.

"Bet you wish you had his inviolability right now huh?" Others laughed.

I went up further but just barely grab a hand hold when lava slid down and made me lose my grip and start falling.

Caith was almost at the top when she must've heard me falling, I saw her mouth something, but I couldn't understand it.

Caith let go of the rocks she was clinging to and jumped down.

"What's she doing?!" Some campers whispered.

"She almost got to the top!" Others noted.

Caith grabbed my arm and grabbed onto a holder, "Either we both get to the top or neither of us gets to the top."

I looked at her as if she were nuts, "But you almost did."

Caith smirked, "You're a good person, Luke, we're going up there together."

My smile was weak, but I nodded, "Okay."

Caith pulled me up so that I could grab some rock holds before we climbed up the Wall again.

"Watch out!" Caith grabbed my shirt and pulled me to the left as another wall connected were I was.

"Thanks." I breathed.

"No problem." She smirked.

We continued to climb and I gulped as I saw the lava again.

"Come on!" Caith pulled me higher, "Don't tell me you're afraid of fire!"

I blinked, then smirked, "Am not."

Third person

The two of them continued their climb until they both reached the top.

"They... they did it... and there's barely a scratch on the newbie." Connor Stoll gasped amazed.

"She helped Castellan... she does know he's not a good guy right?" A Roman Demigod, Dakota, asked.

"She figured that all out herself. But she doesn't seem to care." Chiron noted, then looked up Caith, "And I believe it's time for her things to be moved to cabin #5."

"Why?" Clarisse La Rue frowned.

Chiron pointed up at the holographic-looking picture of a boar with a spear through it's side, "Caith Singer has been claimed as a daughter of Ares!"

When that reached Caith's ears her only thought was, 'Castiel to GET HIS FEATHERY ASS DOWN HERE!'

Still no answer in her plea.

When she and Luke got back to the ground the latter escorted Caith to get her things from Cabin eleven.

"So... now that I've been claimed what does that mean?" Caith frowned as she grabbed her things.

"Your dad -your real dad- has made himself known to you." Luke answered simply, though he wasn't happy about it.

Caith frowned, "Ares... I never really liked his lore."

"Which is?" Luke glanced over at her.

"Nothing really good. Got into every war there ever was." Caith shrugged.

"And what's wrong with that?" Luke frowned.

"I hate war." Caith answered, "And a friend -named Castiel- says there might be one soon."

"How close is 'soon'?" Luke gulped.

"Don't know... never got the chance to ask." Caith sighed, "But whenever it is, it's not gonna be good. And I wanna be there to fight with the ones I love."

Luke's eyes darkened, "Oh."

Caith, oblivious to this, nodded, "Yeah, so... where's Cabin five?"

"Oh, right." Luke blinked and walked her over to her newly revealed Father's cabin.

"I'm Clarisse La Rue, the Head Counselor for the Aries Cabin." Clarisse stood at the entrance to the Cabin, looking as intimidating as ever.

"You're my half-sister?" Caith raised a brow, before grumbling softly under her breath, "Cas for hell's sake get me out of here!"

Sadly no sign of the Angel came.

'What the hell?!' Caith snapped as she walked into the Cabin leaving Luke to stand at the entrance.

"You can have the bed next to mine... yeah, that one." Clarisse nodded as Caith put her suitcase on one of the beds in the room.

"Thanks." Caith nodded at her before turning away and unpacking her stuff, being careful to keep the handgun hidden.

"You can go now, traitor." Clarisse growled at Luke while she thought her half-sister wasn't listening.

"I said I was sorry, Clarisse." Luke gulped.

"Sorry doesn't cut the fact that you got Silen, Charlie, Ethan, and a whole bunch of other Demigods killed!" Clarisse snapped, not noticing Caith walking up to her with a container of Holy Water.

"Please Clarisse... please find it in your heart. I didn't mean to do what I did... I was angry and upset at my father, I got misled." Luke whimpered.

Before Clarisse could say anything, Caith poured the Holy Water on her head, "That's enough! Can't you see he's hurt as is?"

"Where did you get that water?!" The elder half-sister snapped.

"Holy Water. And my dad, mortal dad, told me to always have some with me if I'm ever in a case." Caith answered.

"Why?" Clarisse frowned, her anger switching to confusion.

Caith shrugged, "Don't know... I should probably go get some more though."

"Where could you get Holy Water?" Clarisse scuffed.

"Any normal water would do. I just need to say something to... uh cast an incantation for it to become Holy." Caith explained simply.

"So even bottled?" Clarisse asked.

Caith thought for a moment, then nodded, "Yeah, but it's gotta be really clean, maybe spring water."

"I can get it!" Luke was all to eager to get away from Clarisse.

"Clarisse asked. Clarisse gets it." Caith decided, and stared Clarisse in the eyes, daring her to say no.

Clarisse held her gaze with Caith, but the younger sibling wasn't backing down, and finally, she caved, "How much water?"

"Three bottles would be fine." Caith smirked, she did that all time with Sam and Dean, which got her to sit in the passengers seat of Dean's 'Baby' sometimes, and allowed her to be an exception of his 'Driver picks the tones, Shotgun shuts his cake-hole' rule.

Clarisse nodded, before punching Caith's arm lightly, "I like you. You're a lot tougher then most newbies."

"I'll take that as a compliment." Caith rubbed her arm before Clarisse headed out to get the spring water.

When she was out of ear shot Caith finished unpacking, "Hey Luke, can you do me a favor?"

"Sure." Luke nodded.

"Get your fudgin' ass in here and help me with something." Caith requested.

"You're allowing me into the Ares' Cabin?" Luke asked slowly.

"Yes." Caith nodded, not really listening.

"Okay..." Luke stepped through the doorway and gulped, he was not welcome into any other cabin except for the Hermes, and even that had it's limits.

Caith handed him an container of salt, "Spread that across all the windows in the Cabin. The doors should be fine, but the windows... yeah just spread the salt on them."

"Why?" Normally Luke would want to do something that a child of Ares said instantly, but Caith was kinder than them, almost docile.

"Keeps demons out... possession's gonna have to be worried about later." Caith answered simply.

Luke nodded, and put a line of salt inside the windowsill on the left, but stopped in his tracks when he heard the second part, "You mean... you can stop a demon from possessing someone?"

Caith gripped her handgun, like she would when she was got pissed at a question like that, "I have a fudgin' good aim with head shots, Luke! I don't want to talk about it!"

Luke gulped, and quickly started salting the other windows, "I... I'm sorry... I didn't... I didn't mean to-"

Caith sighed, walked over to him, and took his hands to keep the container of salt steady, "Luke, calm down, you're shaking."

Luke looked at their hands, then looked at the gentle gleam in Caith's eyes, "How can you be so calm?"

Caith shrugged, "I grew up hunting, swear you won't tell anybody I said this but... when I was five, my dad made me salt windows while he called 'John's boys' -Sam and Dean- saying that there was a demon or something close by. I almost lost my hold on the bag of salt and ran to my room in fear when I heard that, I was really scared... but I grew out of it."

Luke nodded, poor girl had it rough her whole life, even for a demigod that's sad, "How old are you?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Demigods have... I guess a special time in their lives when their scent can be picked up by monsters." Luke explained.

"Oh... 17." Caith answered, "When would that time normally be?"

"Around ten." Luke answered after a moment of thinking.

"That explains the larger amount of cases we got near my dad's." Caith realized, "Oh boy do I have some apologizing to do when I get home."

Luke blinked, "You still wanna head home?"

Caith nodded, "Yeah, I can't stand being in one place for too long... I can't let things grow on me. My dad's house it the only place I feel really safe anyway."

"Why can't you?" Luke frowned as they went back to salting the windows.

"Demons follow me. YED, RED, White eyed, and Black eyed." Caith answered.

"YED?" Luke blinked.

"Yellow eyed demon." Caith answered, "RED stands for Red eyed demon, those are Crossroad demon."

"What exactly are 'Crossroad demon'?" Luke asked as they finished salting the last window.

Caith sighed, "You might wanna get comfortable, it's a long explanation, and a story that goes with it."

Luke, interested in the story part, sat on Caith's bed as she stood in front of him, and began.

"Basically... you make deals with them. Like this one time Dean made a deal with a crossroad Demon to get me and Sam back after he and I died in this contest almost two years ago. Dean made the stupid mistake and sold his life in exchange for Sam's and mine. The maximum a demon has to hold a contract without collecting is ten years, but since Dean's soul was wanted in hell, he only got a year. We spent all of last year trying to find another demon that holds the contract. A year passed and Dean's deal was about to come full circle when we found out who the demon that held it was. A white eyed demon named Lilith, she possesses little girls and torturers their families. Not only that, but she was the first demon so she's pretty strong. We had to find and kill her for Dean to be let out of his contract... sadly that idjit played stupid and fell into Lilith's trap and got himself mauled to death by a hell-hound. And not like the ones that chased me here, I mean, completely invisible hell-hounds. He died and was sent to hell -like every person that makes a deal with a Crossroad Demon- for about six months. And that's about all I know about Crossroad Demons."

Luke's mouth hung open, as were every camper who had come by to check out the newbie.

"You have to kill a Crossroad demon to be let out of a contract?!" Luke gulped.

Caith

I laughed lightly, "THAT'S what you got out of all of that?"

"Sorry... it's just... just uh..." Luke really couldn't think of an excuse.

"Just what possessed you to want to kill something that you had no idea about?!" The two of us winced as a boy with pale skin and black clothes stormed into the cabin.

I growled, and got in his face, "Well sorry! but my Uncle was about to die! I think I had the right to want to kill her!"

The boy blinked, "And just who do you think you are?!"

"Caith Singer! Raised to be a Monster Hunter by Bobby Singer, and Dean and Sam Winchester." I growled.

The boy blinked more, "Monster Hunter? What's that? A version of the Hunters of Artemis?"

"There's a hell of a lot more men than woman in Monster Hunting!" My eyes darkened with rage, I read about Artemis and hate her for being so keen on not getting laid and having others do the same which actually causes them to hate men, "And FYI, NEVER connect hunting monsters with those Hunters! Monster Hunters fight and kill demons, Witches, Vampires, and a whole lot of other things and I may not understand what the 'Hunters of Artemis'' goal is but, whatever it is, it DOES NOT involve Monsters!

"I have seen men broken to pieces, because a demon or whatever killed a family member! Hell, my DAD had accidentally killed my mom when he had no idea what a Demon was! I have seen a whole bunch of other stuff that would make even the bravest of men fall to their knees in fear! So don't go confusing those 'hunters' with my life's work! Cause Monster Hunting isn't just a job! It's a way of life!" I finished breathless and filled with rage.

"Woah Caith. Calm down." Luke put a hand on my shoulder, "Nico didn't mean it like that, did you, Nico?"

The boy, 'Nico', growled, "Whatever."

"Okay... I think it's time to get you back to your cabin..." Another boy with blond-hair and tan skin grabbed Nico's arm and pulled him out of the cabin.

I took a deep breath, and blinked, "Got that off my chest."

"Whoa..." I jumped when I heard that. I looked straight ahead and saw Clarisse standing outside her mouth open, "You've got a thing for fights."

"S... sorry... I... I don't know what came over me." I tried to explain.

Clarisse chuckled, "No, don't apologized. It's a good thing you've got some backbone."

I blinked, "Really?"

"Yeah. Anyway... I've got your water." Clarisse gave me the three bottles of water.

"Thanks." I took the bottles and poured the water into my canister. I got on my knees, and took the rosary from my jacket pocket. I then, put it into the water.

"What's that for?" Luke frowned as I grabbed the container salt, referring to the rosary since he didn't notice the salt until after he asked.

"It's a rosary. What do you think?" Clarisse rolled her eyes.

"Almost." I agreed, "Now I have to say the incantation."

"The Incan... say what now?" The two of them blinked.

I chuckled lightly, "Just listen."

Looking at the water, I took a deep breath, and started sprinkling the salt in, "Exorcizo te, creatura aquae. In nomine dei patris omnipotentis et in virtute spiritus sancti."

After I finished the incantation, I took the rosary out and put it back in my jacket pocket.

"Why do that? Put salt in the water, I mean." Clarisse frowned.

I shrugged, "It burns demons, must burn anything unholy in the water."

I put the container of salt back in my suitcase, then did the same with the water.

"Cool." Clarisse breathed, "Well... you still need someone to take you on the tour?"

I shook my head and looked at them again, "I saw everything as I got up the Climbing Wall. I think I'm good."

"Okay... you want something to eat? Dinner's gonna be served soon."

I shook my head, "I'll be fine... not really hungry... maybe tomorrow?"

Clarisse nodded, "Okay. Get some rest then... oh, and Castellan..."

"I'm leaving! I'm leaving!" Luke quickly got up and left.

I frowned lightly, before I saw Clarisse leaving too, "See you later, Sis."

She looked back at me and I saw a small smile fight it's way onto her lips, "You too, newbie."

I laid on the bed that now belonged to me, and stared at the ceiling, "Castiel... come on! Help me out here."

I groaned when I didn't get an answer, "You better talk to me in my dream!"

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and let my body finally relax with all the exhaustion from today. I soon found myself drifting off to sleep.


What? Caith's Bobby's daughter... I figured it could happen!

Now... Please tell me what you think of this so far and if I should continue posting... please no flames.