Hey kids! Its my first fanfic. I hope you likey ;) Anyways... please feel free to reveiw with constructive criticism, but no flames. Flames make me sad. Im sorry if the characters are not exactly like the book/show. I try my best. I always really wanted to do a Supernatural / Percy Jackson fanfic, but i may be a tad bit biased. sorry. So that's it.
Sam: Aren't you forgetting something? *brings out shot gun*
me: what? n-no *backs away slowly* Oh hey Percy!
Percy: *brings out pen*
me: Fine! I don't own Percy Jackson or Supernatural ... in this universe.
Percy: *uncaps pen*
Me: okay okay! i never have and never will in any universe own Percy Jackson or Supernatural.
Me: *runs away* byeeeee i hope you like it!
The bar was dark and musty, but somehow it felt like home. Maybe it was the blue decorations on the wall or the way it subtly reminded him of his mother, but mostly it was a way for him to forget his troubles and pretend he was normal for once. Sometimes Percy Jackson needed that, especially tonight.
All was going well. He was nursing his drink at the bar. Even though the bartender kept sending him sympathetic glances every once and awhile, he still managed to clear his mind of the horrors of his world. Percy Jackson was, in the best definition, drinking his sorrows away. And it was working until two men walked in. They were average enough. The first man was extremely tall. Though he looked like he could beat anyone up in this bar, he was still looking around nervously and casting glances at the floor. The other was shorter but more muscular with a confident smirk etched onto his mouth. No one so much as gave them a second glance. No one except Percy Jackson whose drunken mind could only process one thought Oh Shit!
They sat down at the bar a couple seats away from him. A few minutes later the shorter one nudged the taller one and said something. The taller one answered with a sharp nod. They began walking over towards him. The men both flipped open police badges, which even in Percy's drunken state he knew were fake.
"Hello, we're with the FBI. We just have some standard questions to ask you," The short one said. Of course you're in the FBI, Percy thought sarcastically. Percy Jackson new exactly who these two men where, and they were definitely not FBI agents. "Where you at John's Café in between 5 o'clock and 6 yesterday," the man asked. Oh so that is what this is about. Percy had no choice but to say yes. He gave the men a short nod. "And what's your name," the tall one asked. Percy wouldn't usually give out his name, but he wasn't being as careful as he should tonight.
"Percy Jackson, it's Percy Jackson," he said.
"Did you notice any strange smells such as sulfur?" the other man asked. Percy tried to keep the smile of his face. He wondered if they knew how ridicules these questions sounded.
"No, but it was terrible what happened," Percy said playing the part of innocent witness. "I can't believe someone would do that, man." The men nodded sympathetically and shared a weird glance with each other.
"Yeah, the guy who did it was probably crazy as hell," the man said.
"or crazy as tartarus," the other man said who had been mostly quiet until now. They were saying something else, but Percy was to far gone to hear. He was back in Tartarus. The fear and pain fresh in his mind. The pain racked his body. He could hear nothing but the screams of Annabeth. He tried to reach her tried to call out her, but like every other time he never could.
Dean~
"Seriously, Sammy, you are such a nerd," Dean said. It never ceased to amaze him how his brother could mange to pull random nerd crap into any situation.
"What! It's an expression," he said.
"Well I've never heard…" he trailed of when he turned to look at Jackson. "Holy shit, what happened to the kid." Jacksons eyes had glassed over, and he was shaking slightly. The kid opened his mouth as if giving a silent scream then slumped to the ground. No one seemed to notice except the extremely hot bartender who was now leaning over the bar. Dean regretted that he didn't have a chance to get to… know her better.
"Oh my god, is he okay?" she asked, "Poor kid its been a really tough year on him."
"We're family friends. Don't worry we'll make sure he's okay," Sam said while lifting the boy up. Of course, it would be just like Sammy to try to help the kid.
"Oh alright, I hope he's fine," she said with a smile. Dean sighed. This was going to be a really long night.
The car ride home was short, silent, and really awkward with the knocked out kid in the back. It was also extremely awkward and hard trying to get an unconscious 20-ish year old kid into there motel room without being seen. That kid was tall.
When they had finally got the kid into the room and onto the bed, Dean was just about ready to kill Sam. "Really, Sammy, really," Dean said looking at his brother with an exasperated expression.
"What! Its not like we could just leave him there."
"Yes, yes we could Sammy."
"Besides," Sam said seemingly ignoring his brother," this kid could be connected to the case, and he seems… familiar," Dean sighed and shook his head, but he knew his brother was right.
"Off," dean said pointing at Sam who was sitting on the bed that wasn't occupied by the kid.
"What?"
"Get off the bed," Sammy may be right but that doesn't mean he was getting the bed.
Sorry, really really short chapter. I'll try to make it longer next time if you want. Please please please reveiw. Was it good? Was it bad? Was it horrible? Please tell me.
