Percy
It was a good couple hours before that tall guy woke up. After we had taken care of the Empousa, Nico shadow traveled the two 'journalists' to camp half blood, along with their odd looking friend. It took everything Jason and I had to help carry the passed out one into the big house. He decided to put him in one of the guest rooms, so he wouldn't be too overwhelmed. The taller one kept looking around and asking questions, getting very giddy.
Chiron merely told him to "wait until your brother wakes."
That calmed him down a bit. The one with the trench coat, on the other hand, was another story. He shuffled through the grass behind them us staring blankly, observing the camp and campers. He earned himself a lot of strange looks, and even a glare from Clarisse. Then again, she glared at everyone. Once we had lugged the giant upstairs and heaved him onto one of the old beds, we exited the room so the three could have a moment alone until he came to. Piper offered to get some ambrosia and nectar, but Chiron shushed her.
"It won't work on them." He said wisely, stroking his goatee. "They aren't like us. They are special, but not like us." Well thanks Chiron, that was very helpful. Getting a straight answer from Chiron was like trying to get a dog to sing the blues. Oh well, we would find out eventually, when the short haired one came too.
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Dean woke with a pained groan.
"Did anybody get the license plate from that truck?" He chuckles to himself as he sits up, blinking.
"Dean, are you alright?" Castiel asks, slightly concerned for his friend. They had been through much together. Though he was foolish, he was one of the few Castiel could call friend.
Dean swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. "Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine." He extended his arms to steady himself as a wave of dizziness swept through him.
As if he was watching them, the blonde kid, now wearing an orange shirt reading 'CHB' opened the door. He cleared his throat and then spoke. "You three, follow me. Chiron wants to speak with you."
Sam lead the way through the dusty building, wallpaper faded and wood paneling creaking, and down a flight of stairs into the basement where a large table was set up, with several teens sitting and standing, and the bearded man from before. Only now, instead of being a horse, the man was in a wheelchair.
"Please, sit." He gestured kindly to three open seats.
The trio sat down and examined the room, before the bearded, wheelchair bound man spoke up. "I believe introductions are in order. I am Chiron, camp director." He smiled at them.
Sam stood up straighter. "Chiron, like the immortal trainer of the Greek heroes?" He questioned excitedly.
"Nerd." Dean muttered, but his comment went seemingly unnoticed by either party.
"Precisely, Mr. Winchester." Chiron responded to Sam.
It was Dean's turn to perk up and speak now. "Wait a second, how the hell do you know who he is?" He questioned, his fierce ewes staring into the teachers old yet powerful pupils.
"That would be my fault." Castiel spoke up. "I have been in contact with Chiron for centuries, working to keep our realms separate." A couple of the teenagers raised their eyebrows.
"Separate realms?" The black haired boy asked. "You mean it isn't just the Greeks and the Romans?"
"Yes Percy, that is exactly what he means." Chiron turned his head and answered.
Sam and Dean exchanged soulful looks.
"Ok Cas, what is this dude talking about?" Dean protested, clearly confused, and agitated at that fact.
"Dean, if you would let me finish," Chiron began, "I am, director of activities here at Camp Half Blood. Half Blood as in demigod. Half man, half God." He explained, as if he had thousands of times. Which, of course, he had.
"God, as in like, the Greek gods?" Sam questioned, curious.
"Amd Roman." The blonde one piped up.
Dean patted his brother's arm to get his attention. "Didn't we uh, run into these guys a while back?" He searched his memory for a name.
"Prometheus, yeah." Sam finished for his brother.
The room was silent for a moment.
"Wait a second, you two took on a Titan, and lived?" Percy questioned.
"Well more, we helped him and his situation." Dean countered, smiling hopefully.
Percy reached his hand into his pocket with purpose, but Chiron raised his hand in protest. "Stop! They were doing what was best in their mind. They were helping an innocent man."
"But how are they able to be here, anyway? In camp. They're mortals." Percy asked the question that had been burning a hole in the demigod's minds.
This time, Cas answered. "They are legacies of the Men of Letters." He said monotonously.
"Whe what?" Asked an Asian teen with a Canadian accent.
"The Men of Letters. An organization of people brought together to better the world from most terms and other mythical threats. They were also demigods."
"Which gives them Godly blood." The blonde one spoke. He was familiar with the legacy concept.
It was safe to say that the Winchester brothers were surprised. Legacies of demigods? That meant that their grandfather was a child of some god or goddess.
"Before you ask, I don't know who. I don't even know what realm either." Castiel sighed, saddened that he didn't know the answers his friends questions.
"And who are you, exactly?" Percy questioned the trench coat wearing man now.
Castiel turned to the boy. "I am an Angel of the Lord." He said. "Or at least, I was. I'm not sure what I am now." He continued sheepishly.
"Angel, as in like, Christianity?" An African American girl who was standing next to the Asian boy asked.
"That's the one, Hazel." He responded. "Angel, all knowing." Castiel continued when concern grew on both the girl and the Asian's face.
Confusion and frustration splayed across Percy's face. "A-a what?" He questioned. This was a bit much for him, and he had been through a lot.
The pale boy with ratty, black hair from earlier spoke up. "You've already has the revelation of the existence of the Romans. This isn't much more of a stretch."
Chiron broke the tension. It seemed to the Winchesters that he had many skills and talents. Luckily, dealing with teenagers was one of them. "Right, now that that's all sorted out, Sam and Dean, this is Percy, Jason, Piper, Frank, Hazel, Nico, Will, and Clarisse." He said, indicating each of them.
Sam waved awkwardly, Dean nodded, and Castiel just stared blankly, his head at a slight angle, like he was in deep thought.
The one named Jason clapped his hands together. "Well, this hasn't been awkward at all. Why don't we see if these two legacies have any skills. Too the training pit!" He shouted mockingly and walked up the stairs, the hunters and demigods in tow. Castiel stayed behind with Chiron to discuss important matters.
Hey guys! Sorry this one took so long, I've been super busy lately. Again, please let me know of any criticisms, comments, or ideas you may have! Thanks for the support!
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