It seemed an ordinary bustling night in New York, to the mortal eye at least. Percy Jackson walked down a crowded street, head lowered, Jason Grace two paces behind and one to the left. Ever since the war with Gaea ended, the demigods experienced little relief before having to get back to work. With their leader gone, the army of monsters that Mother Earth had gathered dispersed into New York, meaning that the demigods had a lot of hunting to do. Percy and Jason took a quick left into a gloomy alleyway, where they saw a teenage girl pinned against the wall by a Manticore. The pair was swiftly in action, on the attack. Jason dove at the beast, Imperial Gold spear heard out in front of him, while Percy burst a nearby water pipe, sending high pressure water onto the beast.

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Sam sat at one of the tables in the Bunker's library, engulfed in research, as usual. Old leather bound books strewn across the table, and his laptop's LED screen illuminating his face pasty blue as the Younger Winchester worked.

"So, run this by me again?" Asked the elder Winchester, across the table, beer in hand.

It had only been 2 weeks since the Angelfall, yet Sam was determined to get back to working cases.

"Missing persons cases, all teenagers, never found. Presumed dead." Sam began, scrolling down a government website. "But, there have been confirmed photographs of these kids in New York, some dating seven years after the case." Sam continued, itching to get out of the bunker.

"And how is this our thing? Sounds like actual government workers jobs if you ask me." Dean said, bored, as he sipped his beer.

Sam sighed and ran his fingers through his dark hair. "Apparently, their appearances coincide with 'strange phenomena', never caught on camera. Eyewitnesses reports of giant men, flaming dogs, and even women with wings."

"Angels?" Dean asked.

"Maybe. And get this. One of the kids is that kid from the St. Louis attack." Sam continued. "Remember? 12 year old kid kidnaps his mom, and then next year blows a hole in the Arch?"

"Ok, I'll bite." Dean set down his beer and leaned on the table, turning the computer to look for himself. "So what, we hunt terrorists now? I thought we were trying to get Cas his juice back." Dean said.

"Well, there was another attack in Manhattan last night. The victim managed to ID a 'tall teen with black hair, who was able to manipulate water'." Sam grabbed the laptop back from Dean and tapped away. "The sketch seems to resemble our 'missing kid-turned-terrorist'."

Dean chuckled. "Seems so. 'Perseus Jackson.' Hell, I'd go missing if I had a name like that. So what's the play? Head up there, question the victim, case the kid? Sounds like he's some kind of creepy." Dean stood and pulled his worn leather jacket on.

"Or, we could just ask the kids mom?" Sam suggested innocently to his brother as he stood up as well.

"She's alive?" Dean asked, surprised. Monster terrorists didn't usually just let people go.

"Apparently. She lives in an apartment in Manhattan. I say we swing by, see what she knows." Sam lumbered towards the door, but was stopped by a sheepish, trench coat wearing, once angel.

"Sam. Dean." Cas began dryly. "I truly suggest you stay away from this business. Only trouble will come of it." He went on. "I'm not at liberty to tell you or stop you, but last time any of the spheres interacted, you're World War Two erupted." He explained.

"What?" Dean asked, confusion strewn across his face.

"I can't tell you anything else. We are under strict orders not to. I fear I've said too much already." Castiel commented worriedly before retreating back into the depths of the bunker.

The brothers shrugged, realizing they needed out of the bunker. Sam couldn't shake what Cas had said ever-so-cryptically, but the concern was wiped when the Impala's engine turned over, and Dean plugged an AC/DC cassette into the music player. Thunder rolled as the powerful engine drove off towards their next case.

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Percy and Jason lounged on the couch of Sally's apartment, sipping Cokes and watching late night television. With Annabeth off in Boston in search of her cousin, and most of their hunts lasting late into the night, Percy and his friends had made a habit out of crashing at the Blofis residence. To be honest, Jason was surprised that the mortals hadn't caught on to the monsters yet. True, there had been some low level news reports, but the Mist did its job well.

"So, the manticore is down, what next?" Jason broke the silence and tore Percy from his television induced trance.

"Uh, I don't know. Hang out here until tomorrow, and then head back to camp? Maybe Annabeth is back." Percy suggested, getting a little excited at the end.

"You know she'd come here first." Jason said. "But that sounds like a plan. I haven't seen Piper since we left on Thursday." Jason uttered long fully.

Their discussion was interrupted by Paul Blofis. "Don't you two stay up to late now. You know how Sally gets when you are." He said, referencing his wife and Percy's mother.

"Got it Paul." Percy smiled at him and waved goodnight. Even though he liked him, Percy refused to call him 'Dad.' Sentiment, he guessed.

"Well, I'd hate to endure your mom's wrath again." Jason chuckled as he leaned back on the couch and drifted off. Percy nodded and followed suit, leaving the TV on.