Hey yow, dear readers! As promised, this chapter was extra-long to make up for the previous one. That one was crappy. I fast updated and didn't seek any errors, which was probably the biggest mistake I'd done in writing. So I re-updated and corrected those mistakes, which were awful. Just. Really. And I think this is your most awaited scene!

Disclaimer: I own neither Percy Jackson nor Supernatural.

And I will say that we should take a day to break away,
From all the pain our brain has made,
The game is not played alone.
And I will say that we should take a moment and hold it,
And keep it frozen and know that,
Life has a hopeful undertone.
~Migraine, Twenty One Pilots

Chapter 3: Migraine

Percy was running from the gorilla-wolves from quite some time now, Riptide drawn and held tightly in his fist. He glanced back again for the millionth time that minute, and didn't relax when he didn't see anything.

Really, if the werewolves were just the animalistic thing combined with a wolf with really good tracking noses, the full moon last night would not be quite as troublesome as it would—

He yelped as one of them suddenly jumped from behind the trees, ahead of him and clawed at his shoulder, dragging him down and sending them both crashing to the forest ground.

The gorilla-wolf, thanks Poseidon for small mercies, didn't howl—which would alert other gorilla-wolves—seeing that it could finally have a meal without yummy Percy sharing to others. Greedy gorilla-wolf.

And that thought made him kick his legs up as much force as he could muster at the gorilla-wolf looming above him.

Apparently, once they caught his scent, they would be hell bent on hunting him down.

The gorilla-wolf tumbled back a step from the unexpected assault, and it was enough for the demigod to roll away and spring up, and he slashed at the monster with reckless abandon.

No time to play now.

The monster flinched, but it seemed more angry than hurt from the blow.

He ducked as a massive paw slashed through the air where his head had been a second ago, and as he rose, his bronze sword rose with him upwards.

Where the first blow was careless and barely gave the monster a scratch, the second was calculated and struck true.

The smell of blood filled the air, tangible, iron and sharp, mingling with the demigod's, and with it the enormous hulking form growl-howled, no doubt attracting other creatures and monsters.

Percy hoped it wasn't a code for 'help, yummy lunch here.'

The dawn's air was suddenly filled with answering growl-howls. Fear pricked the demigod's skin, and even wounded, the monster probably could smell fear in the air and used the moment's distraction as its advantage.

Sharp claws pierced through his skin again, swiping at his shoulder, and Percy gritted his teeth to keep himself from crying out, but they didn't let go, and the next moment he knew, they were rolling on the forest ground, staining his tattered shirt even more with blood and gore.

They halted, the gorilla-wolf towering menacingly above him, pinning him to the ground, when several things happened at once:

A consciousness trickled at the corner of his mind, barely there─

Something rustled the trees, some strange breeze, and it didn't add up─

The monster growled low above him, wide and sharp fangs dripping with saliva, jaw opening wider─

Then he suddenly knew what the slow trickle of consciousness is. He grinned.

A water source.

Then a black, oozing mass of goo appeared in a miniature whirlwind, growing arms, legs, torso and a head.

A humanoid body formed in a way Percy didn't ever see before.

Then a wicked light glinted in his eyes, and his face transformed into a gaping maw with sharp teeth, roaring at the dull sky.

The Leviathingy.

Or whatever. As if gorilla-wolves weren't enough trouble for him.

The gorilla-wolf whimpered, an honest-to-gods low, keening whine, and backed away from the demigod and bolted to the sanctuary of the dead trees.

The Leviathan's face was back to normal as he swung his gaze back, and though Percy loathed the idea of another creature hunting him down, he was almost glad for the familiar calculating look in the eyes of the Leviathan, compared to the wild-eyed monsters and insane creatures he didn't even know.

After the incident with the tattoo freaks, he didn't met any other creature with the same intelligence. Maybe because they sticked together and kept one another sane.

And it was, at the same time, a bad thing to have a smart opponent.

So, monster land had some creatures that at least are decent-looking. Complete with the black and white suit outfit.

He didn't know if that was supposed to be some insult to humanity.

The Leviathan crouched down, and Percy rolled to his right, wincing when his left shoulder came in contact with the ground, all the while, the presence of water growing stronger in his mind's eye.

A stream, he thought giddily.

He wasn't sure if Purgatory also have some killer rivers or streams like Tartarus had.

"The rumors are true, then," said the Leviathan, a few feet away from him. Oh, so it speaks in full sentences. "The last of his kind, wandering Purgatory alone. You shouldn't even be here."

"Yeah. Last of his kind, nah. See, we're plenty, even after the last war, if you count the Roman demigods." He grinned and inched his way to the right. "So, now I know why you hide behind human faces. You guys are all ugly." He shook his head in mock disappointment. "Uglier than Hephaestus and Medusa combined. No offense, my Lord!" he shouted at the sky, even though he knew he will get no answer whatsoever.

The Leviathan transformed again, all sharp teeth and gaping mouth with the horrible tongue, roaring to the skies.

He avoided the sharp teeth, sidestepping neatly like he had the first time. He said, "Missed me! Guess ugly faces think alike, then."

If there was a stream, he could heal himself.

The Leviathan roared again, and rushed at him with all the intent of someone who wanted to rip him apart into bloody pieces.

Or to eat him.

Percy tried to dodge─but this time, the twisted creature didn't miss, seemingly knowing where he would go.

The sharp needle-like teeth caught his left shoulder, and he cried out in pain, the white-hot pain blinding him momentarily.

Dark spots danced in his eyes, and the Leviathan started to unhinged his jaw, but Percy clenched his fist on the still-pristine suit and grimly held on.

He thought he was delirious with pain, but he heard it: the flap of wings, and in a blink, he saw amber eyes.

Then he stabbed the Leviathan through the chest, and sunk the sword up to its hilt.

There was a flash of gold, not bronze, then a spark─then the glint of gold shot towards his sword as he watched, fascinated.

The moment gold touched Celestial Bronze, the sword flashed blindingly blue-white, then the Leviathan's mouth burned mystic blue so intense that even when he shut his eyes, he could see the light beneath closed lids.

When he opened his eyes heavily, the Leviathan was spread-eagle across the forest ground, dead and unmoving.

Just like the listless forest around them.

"Then maybe you should be afraid, 'cause I will kill everyone like you," he rasped in victory. "Then soon, someone like you will be the last of your kind."

Then he stumbled toward the stream, momentarily forgetting the strange light.

The demigod reached the stream for what felt like hours, all the while clutching his bleeding shoulder, hoping he wouldn't pass out.

The splash of water was so good he sighed like it was the greatest thing in his life.

Maybe it was, considering past experiences and how his life sucked at Purgatory.

The various wounds at his body began to close, cuts stitching themselves and scars healing to a raw pink skin. He grinned and whooped, uncaring of who will hear him, feeling more alive in months.

He ignored the stinging wound like liquid fire in his shoulder and backed away a good few feet from the stream, an idea forming itself in his mind.

Then he began running, and as he neared the edge, he jumped and curled into a ball, hitting the fresh water with a loud splash. He sank on the shallow stream, looking around clearly under the water, feeling better and better by the minute.

By the time Percy broke the surface (not that he needed the air, he breathing was perfectly fine under the water) he was feeling infinitely at his best and he's smiling genuinely for the first time since he got here.

The wounds and the big gash at his shoulder was mostly healed now, but the blue handprint was still there.

He frowned at it. Oh well. It looked like it faded a lot in time; maybe it will fade completely when he left it at that.

The water was not only wonderful; it was fantastic. Thanks Dad for that.

He floated up, body slack, the stream flowing slow enough for him to close his eyes and relax.

And remembered the Leviathan incident, which made him sat up so quickly he forgot that he was in the stream and flailed briefly before righting himself.

Rule #1 in Purgatory: Always be alert.

Rule #2 in Purgatory: Trust no one.

Percy looked around, suddenly wary, but saw nothing out of ordinary. No glowing gold lights, no amber eyes...

Come to think of it, the flapping of wings he heard shouldn't even come from a bird. Because there are no birds in Purgatory.

None whatsoever.

And he hadn't ever met anyone who seemed inclined even in the slightest bit to help him get out of here, when they all know that he was in a wrong place.

Why help now?

And more importantly, what is it?

"Maybe some kind of feathered-monster," he said aloud, as if saying it would make it seem more realistic.

Harpies? Nah. They couldn't have some strange glowing powers. Well, who knows, maybe they have in this dimension.

He absently pulled his shirt over his head, willing it to be wet and began to wash the dirt and grime away, thinking hard.

Pegasus? He shook his head. The last time Reyna (Hades, he wished he was the one who met him) had seen Pegasus (must be weird to have a pegasus as your half-brother) he had definitely been alive.

Dragon? Nah. Too big to have those kind of flap of wings, and to beautiful to be unnoticed.

And those amber eyes... they looked human enough.

He sighed and fished his shirt out of the water, looking cleaner compared to its previous state. The moment the fabric touched his skin, it became instantly dry.

Besides, if someone was helping him, he couldn't bring himself to protest. It was... nice.

He stood from the stream and walked out of the water, not one spot in his body wet.

Then he began to follow the stream.

Dean slashed the vampire's neck, beheading him. The blade couldn't be soaked red even more─blood already coated the blade completely, making it glint crimson in the dull light.

Apparently, vampires take it very personally if someone their own tried to team up with a human and an angel.

Said angel punched the vampire that tried to sneak up on him. The seraph─or whatever he was reduced by now─couldn't even fight properly at the moment, but was useful when he was needed as a backup.

And right now, his help was greatly needed.

The path to the portal almost trailed their path back the way before: not too far from the stream.

And then they were assaulted by five vampires.

And they didn't seem to stop coming.

He elbowed the one to his right in the face hard, bursting the nose, stunning him momentarily, and the hunter slashed the head off the shoulder with the one to his left. Then he whirled to behead the one to his right, never stopping to pause for breath.

In the corner of his eye, he could see Benny rip a head off of another vampire viciously. On the opposite side, Castiel stood with his fists bloodied, fending off a particularly vicious one, and he turned his head away as he killed it.

Then a terrifying event happened: as one, all of the vampires whipped their heads in a vague north direction.

Even Benny turned his head that way, mildly curious.

Then he heard it: something or someone was crashing through the trees, not making any effort to conceal the noise.

Then a bone-chilling sound echoed through the forest, an excruciatingly familiar roar.

A Leviathan.

The remaining vampires began to scramble away, and Dean was seriously considering to do the same when there was a shout of pain, and there was a familiar flash of blindingly-blue light.

"Cas?"

Dean looked at the angel, who looked as befuddled as he was at the moment. Castiel unconsciously sidled at him closer, wiping his fists in his already-dirty clothes, making it even dirtier. Benny did too; for a moment, the three of them stood there, waiting for something to happen.

Which was most likely a bad thing, and they seriously needed to start running, but they were so damn curious of what will happen.

Then there was a flash of orange and bronze, and a teenager burst from the trees.

The teenager saw them, and muttered, "Gods of Olympus," like a curse.

Dean blinked; his mind certainly wasn't playing tricks with his eyes: the boy, barely an adult, was wielding a three-foot long leaf-shaped sword.

That was glowing faintly bronze.

Then out of the trees, there was movement, and one woman and two men jumped from behind them, wearing pristine suits.

Dean was so shocked for a moment that he forgot to speak.

Then as one, the Leviathans in suits saw Castiel, and grinned.

"Castiel," the one in the middle purred in a sickening voice. "Have you missed us? You are still with that human and... a vampire," he said disdainfully.

The seraph tensed and his right hand curled, like he was grasping his angel blade.

The boy glanced back, eyes narrowing, his own hands tightening around the sword like he actually knew how to use it. "Human. Friends of yours? I'll say, you have to find better ones, 'cause they sure are hideous."

Before he finished speaking, the sword was already swinging, and the raven-haired teenager stabbed the Leviathan on the gut.

Before it died, it transformed to its true form, and out of the gaping mouth, blue-white hot light poured through.

The vampire shut his eyes against the light and turned away, missing the other Leviathan, who started to attack him. Fortunately, the seraph was already there, tackling the monster to the ground.

The teen cut the Leviathan across the chest, blue-white light seeping through the wound. In a matter of seconds, the monster was dead.

Whoa. Which would have been very helpful in the very first place. Dean wished if he had that kind of blade, then maybe they wouldn't even be here right now, and saved them a lot of trouble.

The last one began to charge at the boy. Dean shouted, "Look out!"

The orange-clad teen whirled with astonishing speed and reflexes and thrust the sword in the chest of the Leviathan, fast as a belt lashing, and as the sword sunk to its chest, Dean saw the flash of a faded blue handprint on his arm as it shifted.

While the body slumped to the ground, Dean couldn't help blurting out, "You're the one with the Djinns."

The raven-haired boy startled and glanced up at him from where he had been looking at the corpse, and Dean was met by a shocking sea green eyes. "What?"

The hunter gestured at the blue handprint. "That."

A troubled look passed over the teen's eyes, and he said, "The ones with the tattoos? Yeah. Should have faded by now, though..."

In a flash of movement, the teen was against a tree, Dean's Purgatory blade held at his neck, the hunter's arm pressed tight at his chest to prevent him from escaping.

"Dean," Castiel said disapprovingly from behind. The hunter ignored him.

"Tell me, who are you?" Dean hissed, pressing the crude blade closer.

The teen's eyes were wide and but not terrified. More like surprised, which sent alarm bells ringing. "Uhm, Percy Jackson, lives in Manhattan, New York, I swear to the River Styx, and seriously, I got a mom and stepdad there─"

"I mean, what are you?" Dean said, cutting off the rambling.

The green-eyed teen─Percy, he introduced himself─gulped, now looking nervous. "Uhm... demigod?"

Dean pressed the blade tighter to his neck. "Demigod, huh? I hunt things like you for breakfast. Say, if you're like a Trickster demigod, with his snapping fingers and irritating sweet tooth─"

"What?" Percy wriggled, looking down at the blade warily like it could seriously kill him. As if it could. "No, no I'm not. Well, I like candies. Just power over water─and horses, if you could count that─and see, I'm bleeding. I'm half-human, you know. Anything sharp could kill me." He pointedly looked down at the blade as if to emphasize his point, and sure enough, where the blade was pressed at his skin, there was a bead of blood.

"You could have healed that. And why shouldn't I kill you?"

The green-eyed teen shot him a look. "Then why didn't you?"

Snark. That he could handle. But before he could respond, another voice joined in their conversation.

"You're not supposed to be here."

Percy glanced at the vampire, looking vaguely annoyed at the words. "If I had a penny every time someone said that, I'll be rich by now."

Dean narrowed his eyes. "Where's the sword?"

The teen was getting crossed-eyed looking at the blade on his neck. "If you could remove that first?"

Dean reluctantly released him, but not out of grabbing range. If there's a Top Ten Things of What Shouldn't Trust, demigods would be on the list. Nonetheless, Percy sighed in relief. "Thank the gods."

"Sword."

Percy fished his pocket and pulled out a normal-looking pen.

Dean raised his eyebrows, displeased. "Do I look like I was playing with you, kid?"

Wordlessly, the demigod pointed it to the ground and uncapped it.

Which quickly transformed into the wicked bronze sword he'd been using before.

And Dean hadn't certainly imagined it: the sword was faintly glowing

This was just getting too weird for the hunter. Maybe he's just getting too old for this, he mused.

The angel, which had been silent since his initial warning, said sharply, "Where did you get that?"

Percy looked at Castiel, probably wondering how much he was going to reveal, and said haltingly, "Celestial Bronze. Been mine since twelve. Kills monsters. Recently been normal, but a flash of gold shot towards it and..."

Kills monsters. Huh. As if he wasn't the monster.

"How'd you got here, huh?" asked Benny.

Percy's brow furrowed. "There's that. The uh, Leviathingy jumped on us─I've got a girl with me." His grip on the sword was relaxed like it weighed nothing. "So I stabbed it in the chest, and the next thing I knew, I was here. What are you doing here, anyway? They said you're human."

Dean shrugged, relaxing. He figured that 'enemy of my enemy is my friend' is truer now. And they got to have someone stronger who could join them. "Same as you."

Percy leaned in, looking excited. "Do you know a way out?" He bit his lower lip, looking worried now. Teenagers and their mood swings and hormones. "I've been hoping to find you, 'cause I've got to go home..."

He didn't know why he did it, maybe it looked like the boy was young and truly eager to go to home, but Dean gave a nod at Benny, to which the vampire complied. "Purgatory has a portal for those who shouldn't belong here. And if you're half-human..." He shrugged. "I don't know what could happen."

Besides, even if one could say that it was the demigod's fault and brought the Leviathans to them, he did save them from the vampires.

"If that's the only chance, then," he smiled at Dean, almost as tall as him, "better take it."

"Why is the Leviathan pursuing you?" Castiel asked.

Percy shrugged. "Something like killing their kin."

The seraph narrowed his eyes at him intensely, like Cas might when it comes to interrogating people. "How?"

"I told you already, haven't you been listening?" The teen was faintly irritated now. "There was this flash of gold light, then suddenly, it could kill those monsters."

Cas turned to the hunter and murmured, "There's a part of angel's Grace I could detect in the weapon."

"Whoa, hold up," said Percy, raising a hand. The sword was gone, probably back into a pen in his pocket. "Angels?"

"Yes," snapped Castiel impatiently. "And if they know that you have a weapon that could kill them, then we better hurry, because they will be hunting you down."

Percy raised his eyebrows at Dean as if to ask, is he really like this? And Dean shrugged like, yeah, 'cause he's Castiel.

The vampire began walking. "Let's roll, then. No time to waste."

Finished! I really was quite disappointed last chapter, 'cause there's not much as reviews it had compared to the first chapter. Did I something wrong? And I hadn't intended to post as long as four chapters about Purgatory. It just… happens, I guess. An then I completely skipped updating The Becoming of a King… oops…

And for professionalemail101, I borrowed your line in your review. Is that okay? Pm me if it's not. I could remove it. And thanks to Cats are my World for correcting me!

Thanks for all the reviews! I got chapter 4 written out, and my update it next week, 'cause I got really excited in writing this. ^_^

~BloodDarkerThanCrimson out.