It was nearly 12 yrs later when the family was split apart.

Percy Winchester was, reluctantly, attending school. The only reason he was attending Yancy academy was because of Sam constantly nagging him about how important it was for a young boy to attend school, and the only reason Percy hadn't been ditching everyday was because the school he was attending supposedly had a huge amount of supernatural activity going on. But Percy was convinced that his Dad had made that fact up because Yancy academy had to be the most boring place on Earth.

Percy hadn't always despised school, Sam used to help him with his homework every night and somehow schooling actually became fun. But ever since Sam left for college school became mind-numbingly boring again. Dad was so mad at Sam for his apparent betrayal that Percy could only contact him in secret because even the mention of Sam's name made Dad beyond angry. Percy, in some way, agreed with his Dad's anger, Percy sometimes felt anger towards Sam for leaving them, but on the flip side he was also happy and almost proud of Sam for having the courage to do what he wanted to do. But as proud as Percy was of his older brother, he knew that he could never run off and go to college. School was too boring for boring for him, he wanted to fight monsters.

To say that Percy was jealous of Dean was an understatement. Whilst Dean got to ride around in the impala fighting monsters, Percy was stuck in school learning about algebra and triangles. Percy wanted nothing more than for some action and adventure considering it was all he'd ever known.

Don't get him wrong, he wasn't completely hating here at Yancy academy. He did have one friend, Grover, who had some problem with his legs and made weird noises sometimes that resembled a goat bleating. Despite his interesting quirks Percy really enjoyed his company and hated the fact that sooner or later Percy would have to leave him. It was a near fact that soon Dean and Dad would find a new monster to hunt and they would have to pack up and move. The Winchesters were never good at sticking around, and inevitably, that meant Percy had virtually no friends. But Percy wished deeply that somehow he and Grover could remain friends for longer than the usual 3 months.

But what didn't Percy know that his wish was about to come true.

Dean Winchester sat in the passenger seat of the impala drumming his fingers on the dashboard of the car when his phone started to ring. The name of 'Percy Winchester' popped up on the screen and Dean let a small smile appear on his face. He flipped open his phone and put it on speaker.

"Hey Perce, you're on speaker phone!" Dean spoke loudly, John meanwhile simply kept his eyes on the road, a small smile also appearing on his face. Dean waited for a response a smile still plastered on his face, but when the only response he received was the sound of heavy breathing and running footsteps, his heart dropped into his stomach. His Dad seemed to be disturbed by this as well as he immediately veered of the practically deserted road and snatched the phone from Dean, "Percy are you ok? Where are you? What is happening?"

Dean listened intently for the voice of his little brother, "Something is chasing me, and I don't know why" Percy replied whispering and breathing heavily.

Dean sat up straight and spoke into the phone "Percy where are you?"

John also spoke into the phone "Percy what is chasing you? Describe it!"

From the sounds made on the phone it sounded like it was raining, Percy's splashing feet resonated in Dean's ears as he felt anger bubble up inside him; how could his Dad leave him alone in a school with high levels of supernatural activity, and why wasn't Dean there to help?

" I'm in New York, Long Island I think. I'm heading to the beach house in Montauk" he stopped talking for a bit the sound of a roar and a huge crashing sound filled Dean's ears "Jesus Christ! The thing just threw a tree at me! It just picked up a tree and threw it at me like it was a javelin"

John took a deep breath in,"Percy, concentrate. What is chasing you?"

"Oh right, well, I'm pretty sure it's a minotour" Percy spoke loudly now, practically screaming into the phone, his voice battling the now howling winds and torrential sounding rain.

Dean's face had confusion written all over it, "A Minotaur? I didn't think they existed?" He looked over at his Dad and he nodded in agreement.

"Percy are you sure it's a Minotaur?" John asked.

"Yep"Percy replied, "it's big, it's furry and it has two horns. I may not be the smartest boy, but I know that is definitely a Minotaur"

Dean and his Dad looked at each other worriedly, neither of them had encountered a Minotaur before, let a lone try and fight one.

"Where did you say you were heading Perce?" Dean asked hastily.

"Montauk. We had a hunt there, remember? There was a ghost or something in there." Dean couldn't help but smile, Percy had only been 6 when they went there. How could he even remember that place?

"Percy, why are you going there? It will take you hours to get there by foot! You won't make it!" John yelled, Dean was unsure if he was angry at Percy or if he was just angry in general. Dean couldn't blame his dad, Dean was angry as well, partially at himself and the other half of him was just simply angry.

"To be honest, I don't really know. I just feel like it's where I should go. And thanks for the confidence boost. It's definitely what I need right now" Percy responded sarcastically. It amazed Dean how this 12 yr old boy could possibly be sarcastic in a situation like this, but that was Percy for you. A sweet boy who could barely read let alone spell but would be willing to jump in front of a bus for you all while still making you laugh. Another wave of emotions hit Dean as he imagined his little brother running through the rain fending for himself against a monster at least 10 times his size.

"Percy, we are in New Jersey now. You keep running towards the house and we will find you. Keep your phone with you at all times!" John started up the car again and made a sharp turn onto the road before speeding off well above the speed limit towards New York.

"Ok, well I'm going to try and save some battery on my phone and Ring you again later" Percy spoke with determination.

"Run hard and act smart Percy" John spoke.

"We'll see you soon Perce, hang tight little bro" Dean added on quickly before he heard the sound of Percy hanging up. All Dean could think about how he wasn't going to let that be the last time he heard his brother speak.

A little over 30 minutes later, the tense silence was cut by the phone ringing again. Dean fumbled slightly trying to flip open his phone and put it on speaker phone, "Perce, how are you?", he asked frantically.

"Where are you?" John added on.

"I'm fine and I'm about half an hour away from the house" Percy spoke, sounding considerably less out of breath than before.

"How? If you're running there should be no way you're that close to Montauk already" Dean asked confused.

"Yeah, well, good news, I ran into my friend Grover and he helped me hijack a car! So we've been driving for the past 20 minutes, but the bloody Minotaur is still on our tail and the storm isn't calming down" Percy spoke quickly. Now that he mentioned a car Dean could definitely hear the unmistakable noise of an engine running and windscreen wipers furiously working.

"We're about an hour away from Long Island and we're heading to you as fast as we can. Where exactly are you now? Are there any landmarks around you?" Dean asked as his Dad turned around a corner illegally causing more than few cars to honk at them. Dean ignored them, he had more pressing matters on his mind.

"Ummm, it's a pretty deserted road. But there is a sign just a head saying that there is a 'pick your own strawberries' farm in 5 miles. If that helps at all" Percy replied.

"Good, that's good. Stay on that road as long as you can, we'll try and find you. We're nearly there" John spoke affirmatively.

Dean was about to wish Percy luck again when he was cut off by piercing yelling.

"Dude, dude. Grover Hard left, HARD LEFT!" Percy screamed. Dean felt his stomach clench and his heart momentarily stop beating until he heard his brother speak again, "the thing just threw a bloody telephone pole at us."

Dean let out a huge breath when he heard Percy speak again, "Are you ok Perce?"

"Yeah we're fine. Grover here is a surprisingly good driver, considering the whole leg thing. But life would be a lot easier if this god foresaken storm would ease up a bit." Percy replied, sounding slightly shocked and a little out of breath. Dean decided to ignore Percy's remark of 'the whole leg thing', all though he was definitely going to question him about it later.

"I second that little man. This storm is huge, came out of nowhere as well. It could even be a hurricane" Dean agreed, a small smile creeping back on his face. The storm was definitely getting worse and the winds were howling past the car as they speed towards Percy's location. Thunder and lightning were happening nearly every ten seconds and it was nearly impossible to actually hear anything. Dean had his phone on as loud as it would go.

"Percy, I think you should get of the phone soon" a voice came through, Dean assumed it must be Grover speaking and Dean had to admit that he thought that Grover sounded quite goat like. His voice bleated slightly, but it was probably from nerves, Dean couldn't imagine how scared Grover must be in this situation.

"Right yeah sorry. Concentrate on the driving" Percy replied to Grover. Dean could tell by the way Percy was speaking that he was smiling at Grover, "Bye Deano I'll call you - "

Dean smiled and was about to wish Percy luck, again, but he was interrupted by a booming sound filling his ears followed by cracks of lightning. At first he was unsure of where it came from but a second later he realised that the noise came from his phone. Percy's car must've been hit by lightning, or, even worse, Percy had been hit by lightning. His heart dropped in his chest as panic started to consume him.

"Percy, are you there? PERCY! Please answer me! Percy are you ok? PERCY!" Dean screamed into the phone, "Percy please be ok! Percy, c'mon man, answer me."

Dean's voice dropped to a whisper once he heard that the only response he was getting was static on his phone before it abruptly beeped and the line went dead. His Dad was silent as well, his face contorted with a mixture of emotions that reminded him of the night his Mom died. The only sound that could be heard was the howling wind and pounding rain as the two men speed up even more towards the strawberry farm in Long Island.

Once they reached the Long Island, the two men started to zig zag through all the major roads in order to find the strawberry farm that Percy was talking about. The thunder and lightning wasn't slowing down as the two men drove furiously through the torrential rain and wind. Finally, after what felt like years Dean spotted a sign that stated that a strawberry farm was coming up on their left. After driving for about a minute, Dean sat up straight and pointed to where a car had slide off the road and rolled over into the mud.

Dean didn't even wait for the car to stop completely before jumping out of the car and sprinting towards the car that he prayed didn't have Percy's body in it. As he neared the car he skidded to a stop before kneeling down and seeing if anyone was in the car.

There was no body in the car and Dean wasn't sure whether or not he was happy about that. On one hand it meant that the lightning hadn't hit Percy and he managed to escape the car but it also meant that Dean still didn't know exactly where Percy was.

Dean stood up from his kneeling position as his Dad came up to the car to inspect it. "Find anything?" he asked gruffly.

Dean took in a deal breath, "No initial sign of Percy but I'm sure we can find something here" Dean spoke with fake confidence. He didn't want to let down his Dad but at the same time he also felt as though he might throw up at the thought of finding Percy dead somewhere in the woods.

"Ok, we'll search around for a while. I'll look inside the car, you look outside" John stated, before placing his hands on the one of the car doors and prying it open. Dean nodded and walked around to the side of the car closest to the forest.

Immediately he noticed a pair of footprints heading into the woods, but more disturbingly it looked as if the footprints were also dragging a body with them. Judging by the odd pattern of the feet, Dean concluded that one person must've been dragging a semi-conscious body by the looks if it. Dean hoped that it was Perce dragging Grover and not the other way around, no offence to Grover of course.

As Dean continued to look around he noticed a few other weird things he couldn't quite piece together. Firstly, on closer inspection Dean noticed that the footprints that he found being semi-dragged, weren't completely human looking. If Dean wasn't mistaken they looked a lot like goat hooves, maybe that's what Percy was referring to when he mention Grover's 'whole leg thing'. Maybe the footprints had been reshaped in the mud due to the rain that was currently pouring down on both Dean and the footprints. Either way it was definitely a weird site to look at.

Secondly, across the road from where Dean stood was a paddock full of cows, or at least it was full of cows. Most of them were dead, laying across the field unmoving and bleeding, whilst the other half ran wildly around the grass mooing loudly obviously distressed by something. To Dean, that made zero sense, unless of course a Minotaur would purposely go out of its way to kill a whole paddock of cattle.

And last but not least, Dean could see an obvious path of destruction leading straight through the forest but suddenly it stopped about 200 feet into the forest. Dean was about to run into the forest to inspect it just in case Percy was there, but he was stopped by his Dad placing a firm hand on his shoulder.

"What did you find?" He asked calmly. Dean was shocked at his Dad's tone, how could he be so calm right now. Dean was on the verge of having a panic attack, and his Dad stared at him with eyes that conveyed no emotions. Dean felt anger bubble up inside him, but he pushed it back down.

"There is a path of knocked over trees leading into the forest that I think we should check out." John nodded in approval, "I think one of them was knocked unconscious or at least is incredibly dazed because one of them was dragging the other" Dean pointed towards the trail of footprints also leading into the forest.

John nodded, " I think Grover was knocked out, I found a small amount of blood in the car but it was on the drivers side so I assume it's him as Percy mentioned he was driving", his Dad motioned for him to continue speaking.

"Yeah and one more thing, there are a lot of dead cows in the paddock across the road" he pointed towards the cattle, "what do you think it means?"

At the mention of dead cattle John's eyes widened and he took a deep breath, "Well, I will stay here and head into the forest and look around there. You get in the car and head to the beach house and check to see if Percy has managed to get there. I'll ring you if I find anything."

Dean did not approve of this decision, "No, I'm staying here with you. It's clear to see that Percy headed into the forest." Dean stared at his father defiantly.

A flash of emotion swept through John's eyes,"Dean, get in the car and go to the beach house"

"No. I'm staying here and looking for my brother who I love and want to keep safe! Unlike you." Dean took a Dean breath, his hands clenching into fists, "You don't even seem to be sad about him being missing!", Dean yelled, his voice rising dangerously high as he felt his whole body be consumed by rage towards his father.

John's nose flared, "How dare you! I care for Perseus just as much as you do, but I am a hunter. I cannot let emotions cloud my judgement. Which is exactly what you are doing! So get in the fucking car and search for you brother in Montauk!" John yelled back at Dean.

This took Dean by surprise as he blinked and apologised to his Dad for the sudden outburst before he headed back to the car. He placed the keys in the ignition and started the engine. The car rattled as the engine turned over and as Dean started to drive off, he watched as his Dad pulled a handgun from his back pocket and enter the forest.

Dean made it to the beach house 30 minutes later. He quickly rushed into the house by smashing the door down with his shoulder and was completely distraught to see it completely empty. No signs of life anywhere to be seen.

In anger Dean punched the wall closest to him and screamed. He wasn't going to give up yet, he continued to tear through the house, opening doors and screaming Percy's name. He started to exit the house when his phone started to ring for the third time that day.

"Anything?!" Dean practically screamed into the phone.

"He's gone Dean. Percy's gone, but I know who did it" his Dad spoke quickly and quietly.

Dean's whole body went numb, "What do you mean he's gone? He's not dead, He can't be." Dean stated.

"I'm sorry Dean. I'm standing in the woods and there is a considerable amount of blood here. There are footprints leading further into the forest but they stop suddenly. At first I was confused but there is a lot of yellow powder here Dean."

Dean knew where this was going, he dropped to his knees as his legs gave out from underneath him.

"Demons. Demons took him Dean. Nobody survives a demon, especially not a 12 yr old unarmed boy" John continued, "But I know which Demon did this, and I'm going to make him pay. I'm going to destroy him for what he has done." John said with determination, but Dean barely heard anything he said after the word demon. Everything John had just said blurred as Dean's vision started to tunnel.

The phone hung up but Dean didn't notice. Instead he stood up and stumbled outside onto the sand and let out a scream so loud that his voice started to become raw and tears started to stream out of his eyes. His knees gave out again as he crumbled into the sand, rain immediately starting to re-soak his already wet outfit and hair.

His little brother couldn't be dead. No. Dean refused to believe it. His 12 yr old pain in the ass little brother couldn't possibly be gone. There was no way.

Dean lay on the beach for a while, tears continuing to stream down his face. After a while Dean's sadness was slowly taken over by anger. He sat up abruptly, his eyes aflame with a new sense of sudden determination. There was no way that he was simply going to believe that his stubborn little brother was dead.

He hopped back into his car and started to head back towards the strawberry farm where his brother's car had been hit by lightning.

Three days later with no further developments he found himself in his brothers apartment trying to talk Sam into getting back into hunting...

"Dad and Perce went on a hunting trip a couple of days ago and haven't come back" Dean spoke, tears starting to form in his eyes.

Sam must've noticed this as he immediately moved towards Dean, "Dean, where is Percy?" He asked sternly.

Dean didn't respond, instead he let his head drop as a single tear spilled from his eyes. Sam went silent and looked towards Jess unable to produce sound. Jess immediately knew something was wrong and told the pair that she'd let them be alone, before turning on her heel and leaving the room silently.

Sam turned back to Dean and placed his hands on his brothers shoulders, "Dean, is Percy ok?"

Dean looked back up at his brother and was only able to shake his slowly and mutter, "Demons"

That was enough for Sam to understand, he collapsed onto the seat closest to him and let loose the tears that had quickly developed in his eyes.

"Demons?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, but Dad said he knew who did it and ran off to get revenge" Dean spoke quietly.

"And you didn't feel the need to tell me when it happened?!" Sam said, his voice rising.

Dean could understand why he was so angry, he would be furious if Sam hadn't told him, "I... I refused to believe that it happened. I don't think Percy is dead, I don't know how. I just know he has to be alive, somewhere" Dean spoke, his eyes transfixed on his knees.

"He's not dead. I know it." Sam spoke before standing up abruptly and wiping away tears from his cheek. "We better go look for them shouldn't we"

Dean looked up towards his brother, a smile crept up on his face for the first time in 3 days. He followed his younger brothers actions and stood up as well. Hope consumed his body as new found determination flooded him.

Sam, walked out of the room and Dean could hear him talking to Jess before he hugged her and appeared back in the kitchen with a jacket and a bag that he must've had pre-packed for emergencies.

"Let's go get out stupid little brother back." Sam spoke before walking out the door.

Dean followed him, slamming the door behind him, "and kick a bloody lot of demon butt while we're at it."

AN:

Wowza, that was longer than I intended it to be... whoops.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed it! Sorry you all had to wait to so long for this, but hopefully my output of chapters increase as my procrastination levels increase!

Who knows, maybe one day I'll even have a regular updating schedule... nah, who am I kidding that'll never happen.

Also, please read my two other fan fictions! They are both Percy Jackson and one is crossed with Harry Potter and the other is The Avengers.

*gives you all virtual hugs*

Bye my little blue pancakes, xx