Authors Note: hey everyone! We hope you will like this chapter as things start to pick back up in season 3 of supernatural. You will recognize quite a bit of dialog from the show in this, and that's primarily for the case and some development on Camilla's part. Also heads up we will try to post on time for our next update 02/19, however we will be on vacation around that time so it may be late or even early. We honestly don't know. Regardless we hope you enjoy this chapter! Any responses to comments and reviews will be at the end of the chapter.

- A & J

Chapter Eight

Savannah, Georgia

"Red Sky at Morning"

I woke up with a splitting headache, with the usual sound of the Impala's engine, and muffled voices. Gods I still have no idea how they can do this for literal days. My eyes opened to darkness. It was dark outside and Sam and Dean were talking. I couldn't help but want to listen in to what the grown-ups are talking about.

"So, what- What does that mean I'm out of my deal?" Dean stammered. He sounded angry, or maybe annoyed, but also… almost scared. I couldn't place it entirely. I've only known the man for about a week, and even my ability to distinguish emotion couldn't be entirely relied on. All I know is that this isn't a fun conversation for either of them.

"Don't you think I might have mentioned that little fact, Dean?" Sam retorted, sounding annoyed. "No. Someone else holds the contract." He sighed. Contract? What contract?

"Who?" Dean asked, the aggravation in his voice wasn't lessing in the slightest. I tried to breathe slowly, and not to mention quietly. It was the best way I knew to try to fake sleep because I didn't want them to stop talking.

"She wouldn't say." Sam sounded disappointed. Almost like he failed at something. Probably talking to whoever this "she" is.

"Well, we should find out who." Dean stated. Sam gave a sound of agreement. "Of course, our best lead would be the Crossroads Demon... Oh, wait a minute." I couldn't help but feel my chest tighten a little. What in world was a "crossroads demon"? It sounded like something from a cheesey, old, horror movie.

"That's not funny."

"No, it's not! It was a stupid freaking risk and you shouldn't have done it." Dean snapped.

"I shouldn't have done it? You're my brother. No matter what you do, I'm gonna try and save you. And I'm sure as hell not gonna apologize for it, all right?" Sam raised his voice, and it almost made me flinch. Forgot how scary he can be at times too. My heart was beating rapidly and I tried to calm myself down. What scared me the most wasn't how Sam or my dad raised their voices, no, it was that he was trying to save Dean. I just didn't know what he was trying to save him from, and for some reason it made me feel cold. Like I was tossed into a freezer.

"Will you quiet down dammit? The kid's asleep. She doesn't need to hear all this." Dean quietly snapped back. My chest only tightened more. Crossroads demon? Contract? And they didn't want me to hear about it… What was going on?

"Coming from the one who was yelling earlier." Sam snapped back.

"Shut up already." Dean ordered. Sam heaved a sigh and I could hear him readjust in his seat. Silence fell in the car again. The only sounds being the hum of the engine, and the tires on the road. I felt a yawn come at me too late for me to stop, and flushed when they realized I was awake.

"Hey Princess. Sleeping ok back there?" My dad asked, pretending as if the previous conversation he was having never existed. If I didn't already hear it I would have never thought there was. One thing I just learned about Daddy-Dearest was that he's- annoyingly enough- a very good liar. I couldn't help but feel weary about that. What else could be lying to me about?

"Yea, if you think sleeping on a stiff seat that is going to mess up my back is okay." I pouted a little, but then quickly added "It was good enough I guess." Before he could get offended about his precious baby. I yawned again and sat up in the back seat. "How long until we get there?" I asked looking out the car window.

"Another few hours." Sam replied. His voice sounded more calm, and like it usually does. Good Puppy. Lying Puppy. I was starting to wonder if I would be able to tell the difference one day. "It shouldn't be too long, considering Dean is going thirty over the speed limit." He tilted his head towards my dad, who on inspection, was indeed going up and beyond the speed limit.

"Shut up. There isn't any cop out this late. But Sammy's right Camilla, get some rest. We'll be there in…" His words trailed off as he tilted his head to look at a passing sign on the road, and looking at the current time. "In about three hours." I met his eyes in the rearview mirror and nodded, gave another yawn, and rested my head back down on a makeshift pillow made out of a few older sweaters I had with me.

As much as I didn't want to fall asleep, in hopes of catching them in another deep conversation about this "crossroads demon" to get more information, my eyes felt heavy and I dozed off into another deep sleep.

When I awoke again, I was tucked in a motel bed, with my Dad and Uncle in the other two. One of them must have carried me in from the car. I stretched out my back and got out of the covers and quickly ducked into the shower. Honestly, I felt gross. Staying in the car for so many hours made me feel cramped and dirty. I should bring up that maybe we get the inside of that car cleaned. Deep cleaned. I mean my Dad can't argue about that too much right? Since Baby was his pride and joy and she needed to be cleaned. I grimaced. Did I just call her "Baby" like she was a living thing? I spend too much time cramped up in that car with them.

I tried to quickly shower, but after all the scrubbing, and the hair care, and the face scrub, I'm not proud to say it probably took somewhere around forty minutes. I whispered a quick apology to the Gods, because while it may have been wasteful for the planet- it really had to be done. Thank Gods I had the foresight to pack my own shampoo, because the ones provided were trash. The amount of paraffins and the chemical carnival that was in those things was absolutely atrocious. May as well been dumping floor wax on my head. I had to teach these boys that the difference between a motel and a hotel made a world of difference in the eyes of beauty, skin care, and comfort.

The sun was fully out when I came out of the steamy bathroom and my Uncle was typing away at his computer but my Dad was nowhere to be seen. He glanced up when I came out wearing my very cute and very in season leggings, black skirt, and pink top.

"Dean is going to have a fit if you used up all the hot water." The Good Puppy warned, but I didn't take it too seriously. After all his mouth was tipping up in the corner into a bit of a lopsided smile.

"It was necessary." I stated while walking to my duffel bag and shuffling around for my makeup pouch. "It would ruin my adorable like appearance if I walked around with greasy hair and pimples." I heard him snort slightly. "I'm serious. Pimples are the number one enemy of all teenagers. They're little face demons."

"You're twelve." He stated.

"I'm a preteen." I corrected but he merely shook his head. He opened his mouth to say something as I gathered my makeup on the dresser and took to applying foundation, but the words died on his lips when my dad walked in carrying what appeared to be some sort of fast food bag. If I wasn't careful I was going to get fat from all of the junk he was throwing at me. Hasn't he heard of a balanced diet?

"Aren't you too young to be using makeup?" My Dad asked eyeing my foundation with a bit of distaste. I huffed.

"No one is too young to actively care about their appearance." I huffed and looked at him. "And really? Two plaid shirts at once?" He raised his eyebrow at my question and shook his head mumbling something about women.

"Did you at least leave some hot water in there Princess?" Dean asked setting down the bag of grease on the table.

"It's not cold." I simply stated and he groaned.

"You're on ten minute showers now. Any longer and I'll come in there and turn it off." He threatened. While I would love to call his bluff, there was a small part of my brain that reminded me that he wasn't afraid to show me he was serious. So instead I merely wrinkled my nose at him and huffed in annoyance.

"I'm sorry, but I needed that shower." I argued.

"So do we. We have to meet with the victim's family today." He countered.

"Victim's family?" I asked.

"Yeah, there was an odd drowning in a shower." Sam informed me. "But it's not the first one that's ever happened. I traced back odd drownings like that as far as I could, and a string of these seemingly impossible drownings happen every 37 years. Like clockwork." Ok. I knew Sam was sharp, and could do some serious research, but I didn't think he was this good. Annabeth would like him.

"Oh. So we're going to go see the family?" I asked and Dean shook his head while he ate a burger he pulled out of the bag. I grimaced. It was still early and he was eating that.

"No way Princess. Sam and I are going to go talk to the aunt, and you are going to stay with the car." He said. I narrowed my eyes.

"Stay with the car? What kind of job is that?" I crossed my arms. "What's next? I'll get to man the flash light while you dig up a grave or walk into a basement? No way. I want to come." I argued but neither one of them seemed like they were going to budge.

"We are going to talk to her as officers, and there is no reason that a kid would be there." Dean said.

"Well there could be. I mean haven't you heard of a Junior officer? Maybe I am part of some type of camp or after school activity that involves shadowing law enforcement." I argued, and it was a good argument too- if I do say so myself.

"I believe the term you're looking for is a Ride Along, and you're too young. You're twelve and you have to be eighteen to do those without your parent's permission." Puppy stated.

"But you're my parents-" I started.

"No." Dean interrupted. "I am your parent and Sam is your uncle. We are not your parents." I rolled my eyes. "We aren't a couple we are brothers." He was a little too defensive in my opinion. Maybe a little insecure.

"I know that. Duh." I crossed my armed and stared down both of them. They're lucky my charmspeak doesn't work on either of them, or this would be going my way. "Come on! I won't say anything. I don't want to be stuck in the car." I whined.

"Fine, then I'll drop you off at a diner and we'll meet at the car." Dean offered.

"But you said you wanted to teach me about all of this. About hunting and whatnot. How will I learn if I'm not there?" I whined some more for good measure.

"That's what the book's for." He smirked. Gods I wanted to punch him in face.

"Please!" I put on my best puppy eyes. "I won't get in the way I promise! I can be really persuasive too, well, you know when it's not you and Uncle Puppy for some reason."

"Uncle Puppy?" Sam sounded confused. We chose to ignore him.

"Sweetheart, I grew up with this for a brother." He gestured towards Sam. "You're gonna have to try a lot harder than that. My decisions final. You're sitting at the diner, while me and him are gonna talk to Mrs. Case. Done."

"Fine. I'll just go twiddle my thumbs at the diner after being dumped off just like everyone else always did." Guilt trip. My last card. If this doesn't work, then I dunno what will.

"Fine then." Dean said and rummaged around in the bag he came back with and handed me the greasiest burger on the planet. It was practically soaking the paper it was wrapped in. "Eat this then." He dared.

"If I eat that… Thing then I can go?" I asked.

"The whole thing." He added. I grimaced and took the burger from him.

"Mother give me strength." I muttered and started to eat it. I took a bite and wanted to immediately spit it back out. It was mushy from all the grease, it was beef on bacon with more beef on more bacon. But I had to be strong if I was going to go with them to Ms. Case. I swallowed the first bite and it sent shivers down my spine.

"That good?" Dad asked and I frowned, but kept myself from retorting. Looking at the thing now it was enormous. I took a second bite and somehow it was worse than the last. I could feel my pores clogging from the amount of grease near my face. After maybe a hundred years I was able to eat all of the grease dripping heart attack.

"Was that so bad?" My dad asked, and my uncle used the time I was eating to take a shower. Good for him and may he use up all of the hot water.

"Yes." I quipped. They took their time getting dressed and after seeing the suits they got from the trunk I decided to change my outfit too. I changed my leggings to tights and wore a pastel pink dress that was loose and fitted it to my waist with a belt. After that I put on some flats. When I looked at my Uncle and my Dad I was actually, really impressed. The suits looked nice on them and they oozed confidence. Maybe that was why my mom had liked him.

"You two look nice. It's a good change from all the plaid." I commented while jumping on the bed to reach my dad's height easier while I adjusted his crooked tie.

"I feel like a monkey." Dean complained.

"Well you're a nice dressed Monkey." I nodded to myself and grinned. "Let's go!" I hopped off the bed and walked out to the car with them so we could get going on the case. Today was the first day I get to work with my family and I was pumped!

The old woman was dressed well. Her hair was styled nearly into a bun and she practically oozed elegance from where she was sitting. I admired her earrings and the necklace around her neck, because she just seemed to have a timeless fashion sense. Something I could get behind easily.

"But I don't understand. I already went over all this with the other Detectives." The old woman complained.

"Right, yes. But, see, we're with the Sheriff's Department, not the police department – different departments." My dad poorly explained.

"But… Why is there a child with you?" She asked as she eyed me. I smiled at her in return and felt myself ease into my role rather quickly. Being charming was second nature.

"I'm writing a paper on the importance of Police investigations and the effect it has on families ma'am." I added the ma'am for good measure. I smiled sweetly at her while planning my way for winning her over. "By the way, I love how you styled your hair, you look so graceful." Sam cleared his throat after my compliment, and tried to get back on task.

"So, Mrs. Case-" Uncle Puppy started.

"Please. Ms. Case." She corrected him and I had to stop myself from giggling when she looked him up and down.

"Okay. Um, Ms. Case." Sam shifted uncomfortably. "You were the one who found your niece, correct?"

"I came home, she was in the shower." Ms. Case said sadly.

"Drowned?" Dad asked.

"So the coroner says. Now, you tell me, how can someone drown in the shower?" She asked. She seemed upset, like she was lied to. I know the feeling.

"How would you describe Sheila's behavior in the days before her death? I mean, did she seem frightened? Maybe she said something out of the ordinary?" Dad asked, and I resisted rolling my eyes. Really subtle there buddy.

"Wait a minute. You're working with Alex, aren't you?" Ms. Case's eyes widened a little as she come to that conclusion. My dad and uncle didn't miss a beat before agreeing to the claim. Even though they didn't know who this Alex was. What if she called to verify?

"Yep. Absolutely. That's-" Dad cut himself off and laughed a little. "Alex and us, we're like this." He crosses his fingers, pulling stuff out of thin air.

"Why didn't you say so? Alex has been such a comfort. But I'm sorry. I thought the case was solved." Ms. Case said and I almost laughed. My dad really was a very good liar.

"Well, no. No, not yet." Sam said with a hint of sadness.

"I see." Ms. Case sighed.

"So, anyways, we were talking about your niece." The Puppy once again tried to move us all back on track.

"Well, yes. Sheila mentioned something quite strange before she died. She said she saw a boat."

"A boat?" Dean clarified.

"Yes. One minute it was there, then it was gone. It just disappeared right before her eyes. You think it could be a ghost ship?" She paused, looking very intensely at Uncle Puppy, and he shifted again. "Alex thinks it could be a ghost ship." Sam struggled with what to say to that. I wasn't sure if it was because he didn't want to sound crazy or because he didn't want to give into Ms. Case's grieving.

"Uh, could be." Sam finally said.

"You let me know if there's anything else I can do for you." At that, she traces a finger slowly along Sam's hand, and I wanted to barf, I'm sure as much as my uncle did. "Anything at all." After that we all got out of there as quickly as possible, but it didn't stop my dad from cracking jokes about my uncle's new "girlfriend".

We walked along the docks and I stretched my arms above my head and for once was looking forward to getting in the car so we could drive back to the motel-since someone doesn't do hotels… I followed them until they stopped dead in their tracks staring at an empty space in front of a meter. I frowned a little. Was this where we were parked? Or maybe we got a little turned around? I mean we did walk a bit far and the port was rather big so it wouldn't be impossible.

"Sam, where's my car?!" Dad exclaimed. "Someone stole my car?!"

"Dean, calm down!" Sam tried consoling my dad. I wasn't sure what to do, or say for that matter.

"I am calmed down! Someone stole my ca-" I looked over at Dad and saw he started hyperventilating. I felt my eyes bulge out of my head and I really didn't know what to do. I didn't think Dean had the capacity to have anxiety.

"Whoa. Dean. Hey, hey, hey. Take it easy." Sam hurriedly rushed to my dads side, trying to get him to calm down. I cautiously walked over, to try and console him, and was thinking about how I could help.

"Maybe I can ask a bystander if they saw anything? And they can point us in the right direction?" I offered, and my delivery was a little weak… My dad whipped his head around in my direction but before he could say something-which probably would have been mean-a voice chimed from the street.

"The '67 Impala? Was that yours?" A females British voice rang. I turned my head and saw a quite visually pleasing woman saunter over with an ever-so-slight smirk on her face. I heard Sam mutter with quite disdain.

"Bela." It was very clear they had met her before, and it was also very clear that they didn't like her. At all. Which means that according to the rules of siding with my family I can't like her either. Besides… She has… split ends.

"I'm sorry. I had that car towed." My eyes widened a little and my father's face was turning a little red. She had some nerve.

"You what?!" Dean yelled.

"Well it was in a tow-away zone." The British woman sounded smug when she said that. I didn't know much about driving but I don't think my dad would have parked illegally-well… He does speed and break other laws so then again...

"No it wasn't!" Dean shouted.

"It was when I was done with it." The smugness was still present in her voice and I felt my hands ball up into fists. I wasn't that overly fond of driving around and living out of a car… But my dad loved that thing and she was… a pretty woman but seemed… awful? "And since when you two have brats with you?" She asked, turning her hardened gaze towards me. "Running a daycare now boys?"

"Don't look at her." Dean snapped, and he moved a little bit so that he was partially blocking me. However, that box dyed brunette doesn't get to call me a brat.

"Who are you calling a brat?" I spat out at her.

"Oh my," Bela smiled. "How cute she has a little bit of bite. Move aside little girl, the grown ups have to have a talk."

"You mean the grown ups and Barbie's twice removed ugly cousin?" I was not having it.

"Bela, what are you doing here?" Dean snapped, and by his tone he was still clearly not happy about the car situation.

I promise I'll make her pay Dad. Literally.

"A little yachting."

"You're Alex. You're working with that old lady." Sam stated.

"Gert's a dear old friend." Bela said but honestly I wasn't buying it. This woman didn't seem like she had friends.

"Yeah, right. What's your angle?" My dad asked, so clearly he wasn't buying it either.

"There's no angle. There's a lot of lovely old women like Gert up and down the eastern seaboard. I sell them charms, perform séances so they can commune with their dead cats." Bela said and I rolled my eyes at her response.

"And they just buy it? You don't even look like Jennifer Love Hewitt." I grumbled under my breath but the adults all ignored me.

"And let me guess, it's all a con." Dean sounded fed up.

"The comfort I provide them is very real." Bela said, but the way she said it made my skin crawl. She was taking advantage of all these people… How awful. I mean sometimes I asked people for assistance but I didn't con them… I mean… Technically they offered to give me the things I wanted… But I may have influenced them a bit...

"How do you sleep at night?" Sam asked, sounding disgusted.

"On silk sheets, rolling naked in money." She immediately responded with another smirk. "Really, Sam. I'd expect the attitude from him, but you?" She continued looking at my uncle and I gagged.

"You shot me!" Sam snapped.

"You did what to my uncle?!" I shouted and tried to march over to her, however my dad quickly grabbed hold of my arm and pulled me back to his side.

"I barely grazed you." She snapped back, then shifted her gaze towards my dad. "Cute. But a bit of a drama queen, yeah? Run along little girl. Adults still talking." My patience was slowly wearing thin.

"No. My dad and my uncle are talking to Ursula the sea witch." I grumbled.

"Camilla. We don't want you talking to her." Sam said to me, then shifted his gaze to Bela.

"You do know what's going on around here. This ghost-ship thing, it is real." He was trying to get her to understand the severity of the situation, and it sort of clicked that this woman might be some sort of hunter like they are.

"I'm aware. Thanks for telling Gert the case wasn't solved, by the way." She retorted, seeming annoyed.

"It isn't." Dean stated as-a-matter-of-factly.

"She didn't know that." She hardened. "Now the old bag's stopped payment and she's demanding some real answers. Look... just stay out of my way before you cause any more trouble. I'd get to that car if I were you... before they find the arsenal in the trunk. Ciao." I glared at her as she started to walk away and immediately ripped my arm away from dad and stepped forward.

"Don't you dare take another step!" I shouted. I could feel my charmspeak layering on top of my words. Normally I didn't notice it as much, but this time was different. "You know what you should do?" I tilted my head in a super innocent way while looking at the she-devil right in the eyes. "You should pay for the ticket to my dad, and maybe add another couple hundred bucks for the inconvenience. Just for kicks and giggles. Then walk away." She smiled back, and dug in her pockets and handed me about five hundred dollars and walked off, not saying a word. I sighed and felt like all my energy just drained from me. I felt weak and tired, but there was still so much walking to do! That took a lot out of me, and it was way more than I would have liked..

"What the hell was that?!" Dean shouted. He's had a lot of things happen in the past twenty minutes.

"That was daddy's little princess getting the ticket she caused to be paid for. That and money for the hotel tonight, because we are not doing a motel again." I examined their faces and I had the sinking feeling that I had to do a lot of explaining once we actually got back in the car.

Great.

Author's Note: next time there will probably be a long conversation about charmspeak. So look forward to that and the rest of the case for the episode.

Angelic Lady: we are also very excited for when those things happen. He's starting to see how charming Camilla can be when she wants to be.

Slim A Lou Prime: we will get into more action parts although Camilla will probably never really use guns, other than on rare circumstances, because guns tend to jam when Demi-Gods use them.

WeylandCorp4: honestly the placement for the Percy Jackson series is more of a transitioning point between Titans Curse and Battle of the Labyrinth. This is also season 3 of Supernatural. J and I are working out how those events will effect everyone and we are carefully considering all options, so all we can say is "no spoilers".

MangoCheese: no offense taken, and we know they can't (due to monsters) but it was more of a moment where Dean was talking to Camilla. Mostly because he's new to this Demi-God stuff and so he doesn't really know that yet. Trust us, it will be brought to his attention later.

Trivia: Camilla once broke the heart of a fellow camper to keep with tradition in Aphrodite's cabin. He was an Apollo kid and she spoke in rhymes for two weeks.

Q: How do you think Dean will feel when Camilla starts showing more of an interest in boys?