Chapter Two: And The Line Goes Dead

Author's Note: Thanks for everyone who read and review, I appreciate every bit of it. This is turning out a bit longer than I originally imagined. Good and bad sides to that I suppose. At any rate, this is still for my wifey. I hope it continues to make you smile. AND this is more of a fillerish/crackish type of chapter that just really sets the scene.

Warnings: It's cute and goofy. And full of bad jokes.

Disclaimer: I forgot to put this in the first chapter – real shocker. I don't own anything or pertaining to Supernatural or Percy Jackson except some merchandise that everyone can get. Everything copyrighted, I simply don't own. I get bored, put them in a box together, shake it and hope it's good.

Chapter Two: And The Line Goes Dead

"What do you mean by "The Grace of God?" Sam asked.

"Still don't get the whole God, thing." Percy pointed out to Chiron.

"Meaning the Big Guy upstairs." Dean said to the teen, his eyes shifting back and forth between Castiel's face and his wings.

"Can't you put those away?" Dean asked suddenly.

Percy sided up to Dean and then looked at the man in the coat. "Put what away?"

"His wings." Sam said, looking them over.

"I cannot." Castiel finally answered.

"What wings?"

Chiron sighed. "Percy..."

"Why can't you?" Dean pressed.

"How can he do anything with nothing?" Percy countered.

"Alright! Easy there short stack, I'm trying to talk to my friend here." Dean cut.

Percy raised his brow, his lip curling just slightly into a smirk. "Alright, 80's cover-band, I'll do my best."

Sam snorted, turning his face away quickly and pretending to find something interesting in the sky.

"Hey, this jacket is a classic." Dean defended in a harsh whisper.

"Entirely my point." Percy drew.

"Enough, children."

Dean and Percy both replied, aghast, their eyes shrinking at Chiron. "Children?"

"Chiron!" A voice called, and the entire group turned to look at the young kid in the orange t-shirt who come running. "Just received several Iris-messages. We're going to be
expecting visitors soon."

The centaur nodded before turning to his guests at hand. "I say we move this to the Big House. Lest we need is a big hold up right here on the boundary line."

They walked in a clustered group, but the questions Sam and Dean had left them momentarily. Their eyes were taking in the new sites around them. Castiel didn't seem as curious about their surroundings as he was with being concerned for the brothers at his sides. Sam asked dozens of questions directed towards Chiron, but occasionally Percy would answer. Dean kept muttering things under his breath. Cursing, questioning, denying and so forth; yet his eyes continued to wonder absently to the new surroundings around him.

They came up on a large farm house, a large porch surrounding it. They didn't take the time to check out the new digs of the camp, address the stunned campers or even take a nice break in a chair in the breeze. They flowed right inside without hesitation and the door slammed shut behind them.

Sam had his face buried in his hands, his fingers dug deep in his hair. Dean was trying to glare, but he looked more confused than anything else. Percy was in a corner, looking at everyone like they grew extra heads with neon signs. Chiron was playing Sudoku.

"Okay, so apparently I already had some of your grace from being yanked from hell." Dean said slowly, watching Castiel nod. "Then you lent me more..."

"Then you lent me some." Sam surfaces, his fingers still holding his hair. "We have the grace of God within us because you put it there."

Castiel nodded again and Dean shifted on his feet.

"I was date-raped by a friggin' angel."

Castiel opened his mouth to respond but Dean stopped him with a cross look. He knows Castiel didn't get it, he gets they weren't on a date and he know he wasn't raped. This was a big, big, overwhelming headache.

"So, apparently, this helps you because you lent out some of your grace which makes you harder to detect because your...I don't know "supply" is low or something." Dean finished lamely.

"Correct."

"You guys are nuts." Percy said suddenly. No one listened.

"So your wings are doing some defensive stance. Like a warning. If you lose anymore grace you lose your angel mojo." Sam said.

"Correct."

"But," Sam continued, clearly on a roll now. "You have enough to still have your powers, you lent us enough to have a godly sense put off and our God doesn't know about this place because this is another godly territory..."

"Really?" Dean asked, looking between his brother and the angel. "I mean seriously?"

"Very serious." Chiron said, looking up finally. He had compacted himself in his chair which was another horrifying experience to tack onto the list. "But this will suffice for now. It
will buy you a little time. Sense the grace was lent out by Castiel, it will gradually return to him. I've never encountered what would happen if a mortal was caught in camp after losing their demigod status. So, I daresay we've pushed enough boundaries for one experience and we should use this short time on figuring out your next strategy."

"You can lend that crap out?" Dean asked. "What, is it like...just a pen?"

Percy couldn't help but sputter out a laugh, waving away the three curious looks he got away. "Nothing is just a pen guys. Trust me."

"I can for a short time." Castiel continued. "But what Chiron said is true, it always returns to me."

"But the grace you used for Dean?" Sam wondered.

"That was given, a gift. Permanent. Though what was lent might stay with him longer"

Dean felt his neck heat up a little and forced it down before it reached his face. It was a little hard to ignore an angel of the lord, giving you the grace of God, to help you. Wasn't something he acknowledged every day.

"That "more profound bond" thing, right?" Sam asked.

"Enough." Dean said, sighing. "What in the hell are we supposed to do once this crap wears off?"

"Cas, how long do we have?" Sam asked.

"I'm not sure. This was the first time I have tried to simply lend it, it was something I had heard of. The grace always returns to the angel, but I could never figure out how long this would last."

"That's helpful." Dean muttered.

There was a pounding knock on the door and the entire room turned their attention towards it.

"How about for tonight, we focus on having the two of you rest." Chiron suggested, rolling his way towards the door. "Lets get you all familiar with camp, get you fed, and make sure you're comfortable. I think after that it will be easier to brain storm."

He opened the door, but found the entryway empty. He looked off the porch at the camp and began to leisurely roll out. Clearly, he was signaling for the time being, the conversation was over. The problem at hand was settled and all else will be addressed tomorrow.

Castiel turned and looked at Dean, Sam had sided up next to his brother. "What Chiron has said is true. You will be more helpful once you are rested and more comfortable. You would be of no use if you were in a panic. I also believe you and Sam have more questions concerning your current surroundings that I cannot answer in a whole."

Percy waved his hand from around the back of the angel, just making it past his wings. "Tour guide here!"

Dean and Sam looked around Castiel, who politely stepped out of the way. "I can give you the run down and answer any questions."

Sam gave a nod and turned to look at his other companions. Dean and Cas shared a quick glance at each other before looking at Percy. Castiel stared expectantly, Dean gave a nod and an eye roll. "He stares a lot."

"Noticed."

"Percy, could you assist me? I seem to have jammed the chair." Chiron called miserably.

Percy sighed, strolling towards the door with the weird trio fallowing behind him. Percy walked out onto the porch and then frowned at the centaur on the steps.
That was when Chiron moved out of the way and Tyson came barreling up. He scooped up his big brother in a bone-crushing hug and carried him a full three steps back inside the house. The Winchesters and the angel looked on confused.

"Let me breathe, Tyson!" Percy rasped out.

Tyson immediately dropped him then tangled his fingers together nervously. "Sorry Percy, Tyson just got excited."

"I know." Percy said, cracking his back in relief. "Man Big Guy, you would not believe the day I've had."

But Tyson had spotted the group of out-of-place guests. None of them young, none in an orange shirt, and none part animal - kinda. They looked really out of place. Which meant Tyson stared full on, opened mouth and eye full of wonder. Percy snapped him back down.

"Tyson I want you to meet some new guests here at camp. This is Castiel, Dean, and Sam. Guys, this is my brother, Tyson."

Castiel quirked his head a little, regarding Tyson. Sam and Dean shook his hand, watching him dance on the spot excitedly. He seemed overwhelmed.

"Chicken." Tyson muttered loudly to Percy, pointing at Cas.

"An angel of the Lord..." Castiel returned. "Cyclops."

"I like the burnt chicken."

Sam and Dean looked between the brothers and the angel like a fast tennis match. They were confused, could barely keep up and were trying pretty hard not to laugh at the chicken comments.

"So you can see his wings?" Percy asked, looking up at his brother.

Tyson didn't look away from Castiel. "Pretty burnt chicken. Black wings."

"And you, you can see that he's a cyclops?" Percy asked Castiel. The angel nodded.

The two stared each other down for what seemed like a long time, but eventually Tyson couldn't hold himself back any longer. He reached forward and not-so-gently patted Castiel on the head like a good puppy who was too adorable.

"Percy, I really like the chicken."

"Yeah Big Guy, he isn't too bad."

That's when Tyson finally looked at the Winchester brothers. That's when his one eye got extremely large. "He's big like me!" Tyson gasped excitedly.

Sam turned to give his brother a quizzical look, but Dean was studying the ground, his shoulders shaking in mirth. Sam sighed, looking up towards the ceiling like the answer of his annoyance would be written there.

He felt his brother clap him on the shoulder. "See Sammy, I knew you'd belong somewhere. We found your real home."

Sam busted out one of his infamous bitch-faces as he looked towards his brother.

"Sammy!" Tyson clapped his hands with glee. "I will show Sammy around Camp! This is Tyson's first home! It will be fun."

Sam went to correct Tyson on his name, for him to only call him Sam, but a superhuman grip claimed his arm and hefted him off out of the Big House and through camp.
Dean watched as Sam walked off with Tyson, the cyclops. He came out and stood on the porch, Casiel still hovering in the doorway. Sure, he'd been known to get used to some pretty strange things, but this was still hard to wrap his head around.

"Little Brothers..." Percy sighed, shaking is head. He was standing at the top of the steps next to Dean.

"Say..." Dean started. "Maybe we shouldn't call them little brothers...just..you know..."

"Younger." Percy finished, catching the hint. "It's obnoxious, isn't it?"

"Until Sam bumps his head on something high, then it's funny."

Percy laughed, "Or when they get stuck in a small hole or doorway."

Dean tossed his head back as he laughed. "Oh that's always rich."

"So, let me guess?"

"You watched out for him like a dad?" Dean said before Percy could.

"And you were usually more worried about them than yourself."

Dean snorted. "Then they just grew up..."

"Got superhuman powers." Percy muttered.

"Oh you have no idea. Then they grow up and act like they don't need you anymore. Then a second later, they can't let go of you."

"Then they get all...hug-ish." Percy settled.

Dean nodded in understanding, still looking out at Camp-Half Blood. He watched the bright orange shirts move around in a blaze. Sam and Tyson stuck out like sore thumbs. Yet the campers who ran past Tyson or walked by stopped to say hi, and then they met Sam. A few of the kids seemed rather interested in him. Every now and then there were a few who walked by with a heap of books in their hands and Sam would stop mid-sentence with Tyson and spin to no doubt ask them what book it was.

"Looks like your brother likes the Athena kids." Percy remarked, still next to Dean.

"What?"

"Athena, goddess of wisdom."

Dean snorted. "Yup, he's with his own kind now. One tall guy and a bunch of book worms. He's got to be in paradise."

But the second some of the campers started chattering excitedly, when Tyson started clapping in glee, Percy had bolted from the porch. Dean took a few steps towards the stairs, trying to get a better look. Another girl, a bright orange shirt. She had curly blond hair set in a ponytail. The same gray eyes that the other kids who clumped around her had. People were taking away her bag and her books to help her with her load. Chiron trotted up next to porch so Dean could hear, Castiel finally came out to stand next to Dean. Dean wanted to take a step away, considering he wasn't used to wings taking up the airspace around him, but he stood his ground when he heard the slight whistle of the wings behind him.

They watched as Percy was first trying to worm his way through the sudden crowd before they finally parted and made way for him.

"Annabeth." Chiron said fondly. "Our senior camper. Bright girl. Architect of the gods and Percy's girlfriend."

People were bombarding Annabeth with questions. She was trying to tell them as much as she could, but she was also begging for them to wait till later. After she rested and could greet everyone properly. Percy wasn't entirely sure if he did it because he was frustrated or maybe because Annabeth looked like she needed a good break. A part of him knew it was because he was being completely selfish and he wanted time alone with her. So he turned behind him to the lake and waved off whatever was living in there to make a landing zone. He grabbed Annabeth from around the waist and dove in. She didn't even let out a squeak of surprise.

Dean watched on, waiting for Percy and Annabeth to pop back up and Annabeth to take a swing at him. Who the hell drenched their girlfriend anyway? But, the campers groaned and cursed in another language Dean didn't understand. Some were even waving goodbye at the lake. The crowd dispersed easily and quickly.
Dean frowned, trying to think of how long the two had been down there, but the seconds kept ticking.

"He's the Son of Poseidon, Dean." Chiron said calmly from his side. "The Greek God of the Ocean. Percy can use the water in ways none of us could think of. But for now, an underwater bubble to keep the peace for a few minutes will make them happy."

"He do this often?"

"Every time she comes home." Chiron said fondly.

And under the water, encased in a large bubble, sat Percy and Annabeth. Annabeth's body was cradled and contoured to the bubble. Her legs were kicked up and her blonde ponytail pushed against one of the sides. Percy was curled up, his knees tucked against Annabeth's side. His head was on her lap and his arms gripped her in a hold that told would never break. Her fingers were buried in his unruly locks, a wonderful smile playing on her lips. She shifted and sank until Percy scooted up, her legs kicked up nearly straight. He laid his head on her chest, his ear playing on the reassuring beat of her heart.

She twirled a finger in his hair, whispering to him. "It's okay seaweed brain. Everyone is still okay."

"I just want it to last." Percy admitted.

"Well, it won't get done in a bubble."

He smiled at her, the type that always made her own lips mirror the image. "Alright wise girl, I get it."

Yet they still sat there in silence. One hand of Annabeth's found Percy's, the other still playing with his hair. They kept smiling at each other, enjoying the only alone time the ever really got. Before Percy decided to burst his own bubble, he leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on her lips. He pulled back barely, using one hand to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear.

"I love you."

She nudged his nose with her own, smiling broadly. "I love you."

Author's Note: Next chapter will be out eventually, not entirely sure when. Hope you enjoy!