Author's Note: hey everyone, so unfortunately this isn't a chapter as of right now. J and I had a last minute visit from a friend that was from out of town and we just haven't been able to get around to polishing a chapter to be ready for publishing at this moment. Soon, maybe in a few days or next Tuesday at the latest we will have a chapter ready and it will be posted (and replace this chapter in the story). We sincerely apologize, and appreciate you guys being patient with us!

-A&J

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Chapter Ten

Savannah, Georgia

"Red Sky at Morning Part 3"

My eyes started getting heavy with the intense staring at this darn computer screen. I have never had such an intense headache. Not even in school. Something about the screen light was just making everything, including the dyslexia, worse. More numbers and letters floated off and dance around the screen than usual, and they were taunting me. This was the one thing that Uncle Puppy and Dad asked me to do, and I couldn't get passed the first paragraph. I became frustrated and yawned.

"Ugh… Why is this so hard?" I whined while pushing Sam's laptop across the table, if the wobbly, old, rotted thing could be called that.

"Probably because English really isn't your best language." An annoyingly happy voice chipped in and I rolled my eyes and stared back into the mist. I recognized the moppy brown hair and the very tanned skin, along with his big brown eyes. It was the sloppy mess I have grown to know and love.

"Shut up Mattie. Unless you're actually going to say something useful." I snipped. The boy in question merely shrugged his shoulders with a carefree smile. Truth be told, I'm glad he was here. I could get him to help.

"First off, you really need to stop calling me Mattie. It makes it sound like I'm a girl-" Mattie was trying to make a point about something, but um, it was a losing battle since I was nine.

"You are." I interrupted, but he kept talking.

"Also, I can be very helpful if you know how to ask Cami." I rolled my eyes. He sat back in his chair at camp and crossed his arms confidently over his chest. Looking like a smug little shit. I tried to ignore the fact that he was leaner and his arms looked more defined than the last time I saw him.

"Ha-kay-funny." I leaned back and mimicked his pose. "I know you can be helpful, but you don't do it because I say pretty please, you do it because I'm the most-"

"Air-headed?" He interrupted, but I ignored him.

"-beautiful and charismatic twelve year old you know." I finished.

"Is that why? I thought it was because without me you would be lost." Mattie smirked.

"Why would I be lost without my sidekick?" I countered.

"Wait, how am I the sidekick of all things?" Mattie frowned. "I am the better fighter-"

"That's questionable." I interrupted him.

"-I am better looking-" He continued.

"Now we both know that is a complete, and not to mention hopeless, lie." I smirked.

"-and last but not least, I also know that you can change your primary language on a laptop to Greek or French." My eyes widened a little and I was gaping. I tried to close my mouth because of how much Mattie was smirking at my expression. I settled for a glare.

"Why didn't you tell me that?!" I shouted.

"Why would I lessen my fun? Watching you struggle to read the words 'Espirito Santo' for the past five minutes were golden. That and if I told you all of my little tricks then you wouldn't call home anymore." I stated. I stared at him in the mist and shook my head.

"I hate you." I said.

"You don't hate me."

"No I hate you." I nodded to myself as I spoke and Mattie merely shrugged.

"Well then. Since you hate me and this relationship has clearly reached its end, then I suppose I will have to go find a new best friend and tell them how to change the setting in their browser." Mattie sat up and reached up like he was about to swipe away the mist.

"Don't you dare." I pouted. "You are not allowed to leave, at least not until I tell you all about my dad and uncle while you tell me how to adjust my browser."

"You do make a fair point Cami."

"Camilla." I corrected.

"I do need to hear about how this man has single handedly made it so that Camilla Hale, the darling little dove of Aphrodite, actually does her own homework." Mattie was being a little too dramatic for my tastes and I rolled my eyes at him. I did research, and despite what that little trickster would say, a Teen Vogue magazine was research material.

"Alright, how about I give you a step and you tell me something about your new found dad." Mattie suggested and I shrugged. Seeming to take that as an agreement he spoke up again. "First thing that you need to do is go to your settings. It's going to be located on the three little vertical, oh that means straight up and down, dots at the top of your internet browser."

"I know what vertical means you doof. In fact I could tell you all the advantages of vertical, horizontal, and diagonal lines on clothing. All of that aside, here's something that I think you'll like. My dad drives around a fossil of a car that you would probably swoon over." I said while clicking the little dots and looking for the button that said settings, and I tried not to look annoyed when it took more more than five seconds to find the thing.

"Oh so he has a cool car? That doesn't impress me much." Mattie smirked.

"If you start singing I am going to hurt you." I claimed.

"How are you going to hurt me? Your arms are toothpicks and I'm quite a ways away from you." Mattie pointed out.

"I'll ask one of my sisters to curse you in my absence." I smirked and Mattie put his hand over his heart dramatically.

"I thought we were friends Camille." I rolled my eyes at him.

"You're missing the "la" my name is Camilla, not Camille." I corrected him yet again but he pretended not to notice.

"And well friends, they just don't curse one another with awful makeup and clothing. If you did that well then the war would have to start between us and I have the upper hand with pranks. I can turn that blonde hair green." Mattie threatened.

"If you turned my hair green I would turn your skin pink." I retorted. "Now, weren't you going to tell me how to change the language settings?" I asked.

"Right. Well you need to scroll down to the bottom of the page, there is a button that says "advanced settings" you need to click it." Mattie said. "And remember, you started this by calling out my singing."

"You're not an Apollo kid and your singing sounds awful." I said.

"It does not." Mattie argued.

"Anyways. My dad was like seventeen or eighteen when I was born." I started to say but Mattie interrupted.

"Oh. So is that why he gave you up? He was too young to take care of a kid?" He asked and I shook my head.

"My dad never knew I was even born. I guess when my mom gave me to my mortal family I was given to my Grandpa, and he decided that this wasn't a good idea or something. So he took me to a hospital and put me up for adoption under a fake name. My family's actual name is Winchester." I explained.

"Ouch. So you're Camilla Winchester? That's a type of gun. Huh." Mattie paused to think. "Actually, you being a pistol is super fitting." Mattie nodded to himself and I rolled my eyes at his lame joke.

"Mattie. Languages."

"Right, so you will want to scroll down to where it says "language" and it will be set up in English. Click that and you can change it to Greek or French. I recommend French."

"You are a lifesaver. Thanks." I threw a charming smile his way and he rolled his eyes.

"Anything for my little adopted and dysfunctional sister. Regardless… Do you feel safe going around the country with these guys?" Mattie asked, and his face scrunched up a bit and he looked worried. It was kinda cute.

"Yea. I feel perfectly fine Mattie. They're strong and they are what are known as "Hunters". I guess it's a thing where some mortals go hunting supernatural creatures. So they have been fairly cool with my whole monsters wanna eat me thing."

"Hunters? Camilla are you sure that's even safe? What if they think..." Mattie trailed off but I knew what he was thinking.

"They aren't going to hurt me Mattie. I've told them everything and they like me for who I am. I mean yeah, my dad was a little upset at first, but he got over it. My uncle has been super accepting too." I reassured him. "I'm going to be okay, and they're helping me train. So it's like camp away from camp. Only there aren't bonfire songs and angry little Ares children trying to spear everything."

"Hey, you're forgetting about the best part of camp."

"The food?" I teased.

"Ha. Ha. You're forgetting about your incredible best friend who will save you at a moments notice if these guys end up being… Well bad people." Mattie tried to play it off as a joke but I could see how serious his eyes were. So I simply smiled.

"If I need rescuing I'll get myself out and I'll call you." I reassured him.

"Good. Um, I gotta go Cami. There's some training sessions I'm going to be helping with since… Well… I gotta go." Mattie said and I nodded. I knew that he missed Luke, and despite what his brother was doing it was still hard. Luke was a good big brother and he was like everyone's friend at camp. He was a good guy before he went all darkside.

"Bye Mattie. I'll keep in touch." I said as I swiped my hand through the mist and watched his image break away. I sat at the computer and continued trying to do some research for my dad and uncle. My eyes were starting to sting and get a little heavy while I tried focusing on the ship. It was some sort of trading vessel. I was about to start reading about facts involving the ship, but before I knew it I was waking up to someone picking me up. I stirred a bit and tried to reach for my boot but my hand met skin where my socks should have been.

"Time for bed Princess." I heard the familiar gruff voice belonging to my dad and I heard someone else moving around in the background as I was carried up the stairs. I tiredly just sort of nested myself more into my dad's arms.

"Dean?" My uncle started, but I was already dozing off. "Why is my computer in French?"

The next morning I was sitting on the couch next to my uncle while trying to convince my dad to order in something healthy, and delicious, and something that wasn't going to kill him at the age of forty. My uncle was reading some of the documents he had printed out after he made his default language back to English. It was an interesting conversation when I told them that I changed the setting to make it easier to read. My uncle was impressed to know that I knew multiple languages and my dad was confused how I was dyslexic in one language but not in the other. I sort of shrugged it off. Overall it was a good start to the morning until there was a knocking at the door.

"I told you we would get arrested." I whispered to my dad.

"Shush." He said and took out his gun as he walked closer to the door. He peeked out of the little hole on the door and then groaned before putting his gun away and opening the door. I grimaced when the she-devil herself walked in with all her splitended glory.

"Dear… God." Bela almost laughed and my uncle sighed. "Are you actually squatting? Charming." She walked in almost like she owned the place and looked at my uncle and dad. "So how'd things go last night with Peter?" She asked and I frowned at her. I didn't even ask them about it because it didn't take a rocket scientist to know that it hadn't gone well. Someone died and she sat here acting like it was almost funny or some sort of game.

"If you say 'I told you so', I swear to God I'll start swinging." My dad responded

"Look, I think the three of us should have a heart-to-heart" She softened.

"Four!" I coughed. Don't act like I'm not here lady. "The four of us should have a heart-to-heart."

"No it's still three." My dad said. "Bela doesn't have one." I had to keep myself from laughing at that one, and I simply smirked at Madam Monochrome.

"Dean please… I'm sorry about what I said before, okay?" She tried to sound sincere but she just sort of looked like she was pouting. Gross. "I come bearing gifts." Split ends smiled and I rolled my eyes. My uncle took the bait though.

"Such as?" Sam asked.

"I've ID'd the ship." She said as she took out a portfolio file. I smirked and crossed my arms.

"The Espirito Santo." I grinned. "It's a merchant sailing vessel." I said confidently and I saw her brow raise a little. "Sorry honey I beat you to it."

"Oh? Then I suppose you know all about the sailor from 1859?" She questioned and I frowned. Maybe I hadn't gotten that fair but it was only a matter of time. Madame Monochrome smiled at me. "He was a sailor accused of treason. He was tried aboard the ship in a kangaroo court and hanged. He was thirty seven." Split Ends explained with a smile and I rolled my eyes.

"So that explains the thirty seven year cycle." Uncle Puppy said and I frowned at him. Traitor.

"Aren't you a sharp tack?" Bela said as she flipped through the file she brought. "There's a photo of him somewhere… ah, here." She produced the photo to my uncle and dad and I strained my neck to see it better.

"Isn't that the customer we saw last night?" Dean asked, glancing at Sam.

"You saw him?" Split Ends asked.

"Yeah, that's him, except he was missing a hand." My dad added. He definitely had both of his hands in the photo...

"His right hand?" Bela asked.

"How'd you know?" Sam asked.

"The sailor's body was cremated but not before they cut off his hand to make a hand of glory." She explained.

"Hand of glory? I think I got one of those at the end of my Thai massage last week." My dad laughed and I rolled my eyes.

"Gross." I muttered and he awkwardly cleared his throat. Apparently now remembering that his daughter was present.

"Dean, the right hand of a hanged man is a serious occult object. It's very powerful." Sam slightly scolded Dad. I saw some color drain from his face. I didn't know much about the occult, but I was very willing to believe there were objects of power, sort of like what we had. I guess there was still a lot I needed to catch up on in that darn journal.

"So they say." Bela injected.

"Officially it counts as remains" Dean added.

"But still none of this explains why the ghost is choosing these victims." Sam countered.

"I'll tell you why." Bela offered and I looked at her in surprise. Did she really piece it all together? "Who cares? Find the hand, burn it, and stop the bloody thing." She finished and I sighed. I gave her too much faith.

"I don't get it. Why are you telling us all of this?" Dad asked.

"Because I know exactly where the hand is." Split Ends offered and I raised my eyebrow. This feels shady.

"Where?" Dad asked suspiciously.

"At the Sea Pines Museum. It's a macabre bit of maritime history." She smiled. "But I need help." My dad rose his eyebrow as he looked at her.

"What kind of help?" Sam questioned. Bela merely smirked.

I was straightening out the suit that my dad was wearing. He looked good, very cleaned up and nice, and I was fuming. My hair was perfectly curled and my makeup was on point. I had the cutest little black dress that I could have worn and it had polka dots! I deserved to dress up too!

"Stop pouting. It will not change my mind." My dad said.

"I don't get why I can't go." I grumbled. "You and Uncle Puppy are going and with that she-devil. But I have to stay here and what hold down the fort while you guys go get the hand and burn it. I thought I was suppose to be a young hunter in training." I pouted.

"You are in training. Today's lesson is listening." Dean said. I frowned at him and was planning to argue some more but Bela's annoying voice rang from down stairs. One of these days I was gonna curse her.

"What is taking so long? Sam's already halfway there... with his date." I could hear the humor lacing Bela's voice.

"So not okay with this!" My dad shouted from the top of the stairs.

"Me neither." I snipped and he glared at me. Before he could scold me though Bela shouted from downstairs.

"What are you, a woman? Come down already." My dad straightened his posture when she shouted and started walking down the stairs and I grumpily followed him. I saw Bela's jaw drop as she saw my dad descend the stairs wearing a very sharp tux, if I do say so myself.

"Alright, get it out – I look ridiculous." He quipped.

"Do not say that about my handy work." I pouted as Split Ends spoke.

"Not exactly the word I'd use." Bela and I chorused. I lighted rolled my eyes at my dad apparent aversion to dressing nicely and cleaning up every once in a while. He could look so much better if he actually tried. Granted, anything's better than those old plaid shirts he rotates through every week.

"What?" Dean gave Split Ends a confused look while she was practically staring at him like a fine steak. It made me uncomfortable. I know I did good, but lay off Lady. Go take your affection elsewhere.

"You know, when this is over, we should really have angry sex." She blurted and I could feel my ears get red.

"Don't objectify me. My kid is standing right there. Let's go." He huffed.

"Yeah, don't talk to my dad like that. You are far beneath his league anyway." I quipped. I went to go grab my purse and follow my dad out the door, when he placed his hand on my shoulder.

"No, Princess, you are staying here." My dad ordered. I felt my face fall into a frown as he gave me a hard look.

"Again?" I whined. "But I want to go! I wanna help."

"You'll get in the way Brat." Bela interjected.

"Call her Brat one more time and I will shoot you." Dad warned. I couldn't help but feel all warm and fuzzy inside from that. "You need to stay here. It's late and I want you to get some sleep. And if you can't sleep, I need you to read this. Something Sam and I have been working on all day." He said as he handed me a manila envelope. I blinked and opened up the envelope and pulled out a good sized stack of papers typed out in French. My eyes bulged out of my skull realizing what he had done. He had translated that old journal into French so that I could read it!

"Sam explained to me what you had explained to him about your dyslexia. I figured that was why it was taking you awhile to get through that journal. Sammy and I have been translating it all day so you can read it." I could feel some tears welling up in my eyes. I refuse to cry due to the fact that Split Ends was still right over there watching us, and possibly listening to us. I threw my arms around him and gave him a hug. I felt his arms snake around my waist to return the hug.

"Thank you!" I said into his chest.

"As heart warming as this all this. We need to get going." Bela ruined the moment and I looked around my dad's torso to glare at her.

"May all your makeup smear." I said and a faint pink hue enveloped her for a brief second. Luckily my dad's back was turned since he was hugging me so he didn't notice. She rolled her eyes, grabbed my dad's arm, and pulled him out to the car. I snickered as she left. No amount of primer was going to save her look today.

I stood by the door for a minute until I heard the car pulling away and sighed looking down at my nice dress shoes. I felt like Cinderella getting left at home when she wanted to go to the ball. I didn't understand why I couldn't go too. I would have been very helpful. I sighed as I trudged up the stairs and took off the dress I was wearing and put on my pajamas. If my fairy god mother shows up she can make do with a nightgown.

I sat on the couch and started looking at the translated pages. There were a few errors here and there and you could almost tell that dad had used google translate but it made me smile nonetheless. It was still cute. Maybe next time I could just ask Sammy to read the journal to me in the car, or I could give them lessons in French. Or both. I sat on the couch with the journal at one side and the translated pages on another and cross referenced them and made little edits.

I fell asleep on the couch and jumped when I heard the front door slam open. I rolled off the couch and laid on the ground hearing boots hit the floor. Heavy footsteps echoed around the house while my dad ripped off his jacket. Sam had jogged upstairs and grabbed their duffels. I was frozen on the spot.

"I'm going to murder her!" My dad shouted and I grimaced from the floor.

"Dean." Sam started, as he handed my dad some jeans and a flannel. I looked down at the ground. I didn't have it in me to try and say anything or even announce that I was awake.

"No you're right. I think slow torture is the way to go!" Dad snapped, still clearly angry and I covered my ears.

"Dean! Calm down. You're going to wake-" My uncle started to say but spotted me on the floor, eyes wide and probably looking less than fabulous. Okay… Maybe I teared up a little bit but hearing my dad yell… It… It was scary.

"Hey Princess..." My dad sighed. "I'm sorry." He walked over and crouched down as he helped me off the floor. I sniffled a bit.

"It's okay..." I said. "What's going on? Did you guys burn the hand?" I asked.

"We wish." Sam sighed.

"Bela pulled one on us, she has the hand and she's probably sold it to some poor sap." My dad said, sounding annoyed.

"You..." Sam said and my dad and I both looked at him.

"What?" Dean asked and I sort of wished that in that moment he wasn't holding onto me.

"You… She pulled a fast one on… you. Not us." Sam sort of stuttered.

"Thank you Sam!" Dad shouted. "Very helpful!" He snapped and I grimaced again. Their fighting couldn't really continue though because there was a loud banging on the door. I jumped again and my dad moved me behind him. Something that I was grateful for. Did the ghost want to hurt us because they were trying to kill him? Again?

"Hello, could you open up?" Bela sounded frantic and honestly scared. She should be if she came back here after she stole from my dad. I believe him when he said he wanted to kill her. My dad strolled over to the door and opened it up to reveal a rather scared looking Bela.

"Just let me explain…" She started. Dad and Uncle Sam sat her down at the table and I took a chair not far from her. "I sold it, I've had a buyer lined up since I knew it existed." Dad stood up again and walked around her, making a shooting motion.

"So the whole reason for us going to the Charity Ball was...?" Sam questioned.

"I needed a cover. You were convenient." Split Ends admitted as she looked away..

"Look, you sold it to a buyer, just go buy it back." Sam said. She grimaced and I sighed.

"It's halfway across the ocean. I can't get it back in time." Bela said.

"In time for what?" Dad asked, sternly.

"What's going on with you, Bela? You look like you've seen a ghost." Sam raised an eyebrow.

"I saw the ship." Bela said quietly. Still avoiding eye contact with my uncle and dad.

"You what?" Dean, asked walking over to her. "Wow, you know, I knew you were an immoral thieving con artist bitch but just when I thought my opinion of you couldn't get any lower –"

"What are you talking about?" Bela

"We figured out the spirit's motive." I blinked at Uncle Puppy's statement. I don't know how long I was asleep for but it didn't seem long enough to dig that deep. My uncle walked over with a photo and showed her. "This is the captain of our ship. The one who hung our ghost boy."

"So?" Bela asked.

"So they were brothers. Very Cain and Abel. So now our spirit, he's going after a very specific kind of target – people who've spilled their own family's blood." Sam looked at Bela as her face paled. "See first there was Shelia who killed her cousin in a car accident, and the Warren brothers, who murdered their father for the inheritance, and now you."

"Oh, my God." She stole the words right out of my mind.

"So who was it, Bela? Hmmm? Who'd you kill? Was it daddy? Little sis, maybe?" Dean asked.

"It's none of your business." Bela didn't say anything else and her eyes were focused on the floor. I sat up a little straighter in my chair when I heard her. Something about the way her face twisted and the way she wouldn't look at them… It felt like… Like when I was listening to my foster brother talk about Mr. Davidson...

"No, you're right. Well, have a nice life – you know, whatever's left of it." Dad patted her shoulder and walked past Sam and over to me. "Sam, Camilla, let's go." Dean said as he hauled me out of my chair. I gaped at him when he started pulling on me.

"You can't just leave me here." Bela gasped as she stood.

"Watch us." Dean glanced back her and he let go of me and grabbed his coat.

"Please. I need your help." Bela pleaded, as much as a woman like her could plead.

"Our help?" Dad threw down his jacket on the kitchen counter. "Now how could a couple of serial killers possibly help you?" Dean spat at her.

"Okay, that was a bit harsh, I admit it, but it doesn't warrant a death sentence." Bela said. I felt for her, probably more than I should...

"That's not why you're gonna die. What did you do, Bela?" Sam said at last.

"You wouldn't understand, no one did." There was a heavy pause. "Never mind, I'll just do what I've always done, I'll deal with it myself." Bela turned and walked away from them, heading to the door and I felt the lump in my throat grow.

"You do realise you just sold the one thing that could save your life." Dad said and I walked over to Bela as she stopped walking.

"I'm aware." Bela said. Dad nodded and I finally found my voice again.

"No." I said. The adults turned and looked at me when I walked past Bella and leaned against the door. "No." I blocked Bela's way out.

"Camilla." My dad started.

"Don't even. This is not who we are." I snapped. I felt my anger boiling now. "Bela is… an awful person." She scuffed but I didn't stop. "She's said horrible things to you and that wasn't right but we are bigger people." I looked directly at my dad.

"She sold the only thing-" My dad started.

"I don't care!" I interrupted. "I'm not going to kill her by doing nothing. I won't. That is not me and that is not you!" I snapped at the both of them. I looked at Bela then. "You're an awful person and you need to give my dad a real apology. But we don't have time for that right now. Right now we need a way to save you. So sit down." I wanted to say that I understood, that I knew why she did it. But… I couldn't get the words out.

"The hand was the only thing that could have saved her," My dad insisted. "And she sold it."

"But, maybe not the only thing." Sam interjected. I looked at him as he looked at all of us. My dad looked at him and I smiled at my uncle. I got in the car with my dad while my uncle got in the car with Bela. Probably because he was less likely to kill her for breathing at the moment. The car ride was a tense silence as we pulled up to the cemetery. I looked at my dad.

"This is the right thing..." I said. "If she dies… Well at least we tried to save her. That's what matters." I said quietly getting out. My dad followed me out.

"That we tried?" Dean asked.

"That we didn't do nothing." I corrected and hugged him. "That's not who we are." I repeated as Bela and Sam walked over. We gathered in a little circle.

"I would have you wait in the car but… Dividing would only be more dangerous." My dad said as he handed me a heavy iron bar. "You see anything not human you swing hard okay?" He looked at me in the eyes and I swallowed my nerves and nodded my head.

"I got it." I said.

"And you stay with us." He said and I nodded.

"Do you really think this is going to work?" Bela asked as she looked around the cemetery.

"Almost definitely not." Dad stated. Helpful. I gasped when a heavy storm started brewing. Almost as if Zeus himself were gearing up for war over this little graveyard. Rain started to pour down and lightning flashed overhead. "Sammy, you better start reading." At that Sam started reading from some pages in latin. Annabeth would be impressed. As he continued reading, the candles went out, and the storm intensified. The winds picked up, and the rain started pouring harder, and the thunder got louder. "Stay close!" Dad pulled me a little bit more towards him and kept an eye on Bela.

"Behind you!" Bela shouted, and dad whipped around to see a man had appeared behind him, grabbed him and threw him into a grave marker like a rag doll. The ghost looked at Bela and he stroked the side of her face, but I was more focused on my dad who had gone flying.

"Dad!" I shouted as Bela suddenly started to cough up water. A lot of water. A gunshot ripped through the air, missing him and Bela continued to regurgitate more and more water as Dad ran to her side.

"Sammy, read faster!" Dean demanded. Bela began to cry and I ran over to her too and hit her back to try and help. Uncle Sam continued his incantation, and when he came to the end of it, the rain immediately stopped. I glanced at the spirit and saw a new one had joined up.

"You…" The sailor said as he looked at the ghost that appeared. It was another man from the photo. "...hanged me." He growled.

"I'm sorry." The other ghost said. But the one that was trying to kill Bela didn't lighten up in the slightest.

"Your own brother." The sailor growled.

"I'm so sorry." The brother repeated. The sailor lunged for his brother and seemed to plow through him as a figure of water, slowly making the brother vanish with him, screaming. It wasn't a sight I would soon forget. Dean and Sam ushered Bela to her car, and Dad plopped me into the back seat of the Impala where I anxiously was trying to look over at Bela to make sure she was ok. Oddly enough, I couldn't help but now feel somewhat connected to her.

"Stay here." Dad ordered as he went over to Bela and Sam and gave her a once over. She shooed them away and they both came back to the car, seemingly annoyed. Everything was ok, that's for sure. I sat in the back of the car leaned against the window trying to process everything that I saw. It was… not what I expected. I mean I've seen monsters you know? I've fought Empousai more than once and every so often there is a run in with the occasional Hell Hound. Ghosts… That was new and he looked…. Kinda human? I mean his skin was ghastly and his hair was moppy but I felt like I could have reached out and touched him.

That was what I eventually fell asleep to in the backseat of the impala. I dreamt of Bela as she choked on water out in the rain. The thunder and lightning that tore up the sky and how wet and cold I felt. I saw her sitting in the chair, when my dad was interrogating her and she said that he wouldn't understand. That no one ever did. I dreamt of Mr. Davidson when he was holding me by my hair and I kicked at him trying to get away. Then there was the weirdest part of the dream… I dreamt of hell hounds stalking through the shadows and I heard a man screaming. I woke with a start in the morning. I was laying on the couch and heard a dog barking outside.

"Good morning sleeping beauty." I heard my dad chime from where he was packing his duffel bag. I sat up and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and tried to shake the feeling of ice that had settled in my chest. I slid off of the couch and looked around, almost as if I was trying to find something or see something. I don't know. Maybe it was the dream.

"Grab your duffel Princess." My dad started as he tossed the pink bag onto the couch that I had been laying on. "I wanna be on the road in about twenty minutes or so." He said and I groaned.

"Can't I shower?" I complained.

"Okay then. We leave in 30 minutes so you should hurry it up Princess." Dad said as he patted my head and shooed me up the stairs. I rolled my eyes and walked up the stairs to enjoy a brief (because Dad was pounding on the door after five minutes) shower to detangle my hair. I pouted while I got dressed and started to trudge down the stairs. Can't a girl have ten or maybe twenty minutes to make a good impression on the rest of the world? I can't just roll out of bed and go like he does.

As I trudged down the stairs and started to fold my clothes so I could put them in the duffel bag securely I heard the door opening. My dad looked up and almost immediately motioned for me to move closer to him. Such a cute bear of a man. I looked at the door and saw Split Ends walking in dressed in all black, again. The girl needed some color. Not that black was a bad color but sometimes you needed that pink or red to pop you know?

"You boys should learn to lock your doors." She said as she strutted over to my uncle. "Anyone could just barge in."

"Anyone just did." My uncle responded almost tiredly, and honestly I didn't quite blame the man. That woman was tiresome. "Did you come to say goodbye or thank you?" My uncle asked.

"I've come to settle affairs." Bela said as she reached into her bag and pulled out what looked like a lot of money. Huh. I should have charmspoke her for more than the seemingly measly five-hundred. My dad stood up and made me sit on the couch and gave me a look that said stay. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. "Giving the spirit what he really wanted, his own brother, very clever Sam." Split Ends complimented. Aww she knows how.

"So here." Bela tossed a bundle of cash to Sam and then tossed another one to my dad. They both caught it with ease. What surprised me, and made my dad almost immediately block her path was when she started walking over to me. "Oh come on. I won't bite the little goblin." Bela said and I scoffed. Goblin? Then what was she? A troll.

"This little Goblin can take care of herself." I argued as I stood up and walked over to Bela, who merely smirked in my direction. I tried not to huff. I was the lady of our little… house? Car. Thing. Whatever. I was the lady of the family. Before I got launched into a verbal beatdown Bela tossed something to me and I reflexively reached up to catch it. It was another wad of cash, but it was smaller than my dads and uncle's from what I could tell.

"Here you go half pint." Split Ends said. "It's $15,000. That should cover it. I don't like being in anyone's debt." She said. My dad looked at me and instantly took the little bundle of money out of my hands.

"So ponying up fifteen grand is easier than saying thank you?" My dad asked and sort of chuckled. "You're so damaged." He said and I elbowed him in the side. Rude. Rude to a troll but rude nonetheless.

"Takes one to know one." She smiled. "Goodbye lads." She turned and walked out while my dad and uncle inspected the money that we had just received. After the door closed my dad walked over to my uncle and I put my clothes away.

"She's got style, you gotta give her that." Uncle Puppy let out a breath and looked at my dad, who was still pawing the money.

"I suppose." My dad responded. Sam sighed.

"Dean. We don't know where this money has been." Sam cautioned.

"No." My dad admitted. "But I know where it is going." He patted my uncle's shoulder and walked back over to the couch and snagged his duffle and placed the money inside.

"Yea. A nice hotel and a shopping trip." I said and my dad rolled his eyes.

"More important things than clothing Camilla." He said and I rolled my eyes and walked to the door.

"Nothing is more important." I said as I ran outside, and completely ignored the where are you going in favor of scanning the cars real quick and saw Bela's silver one started to pull away. I sprinted after her car and shouted out. Putting as much charm as I could into a single command. "Wait!" She paused her actions, and stopped the car. Unfortunately she wasn't the only one. A jogger had suddenly stopped too and a little kid dropped their basketball. I chose to ignore that.

"There you go again with that little skill of yours." Bela huffed and looked at me from her car window. "I've already paid my debt half pint. You're not getting any more out of me." She said and I rolled my eyes and leaned against her car window.

"I'm not here to get money from you." Which I easily could, but I wasn't feeling it. "I um… You're a pretty messed up person, and your wardrobe suffers from not having colors other than black. I don't like that you clearly have a thing for my dad, which by the way you need to lock very deep into your heart and never let out again. But..." I bit my lip. "I know why you did it."

"Why I said I wanted to have angry sex with-" I cut her off.

"Gross. No. I meant I know why you killed your dad." I said and saw her eyebrow raise ever so slightly. "I wouldn't have done it myself, and currently my real dad is a serious upgrade from the foster ones. But I get it." I tapped the roof of her car and stepped back as my dad came barreling outside. Probably to herd me to the car and lock me in there for talking to the she-devil.

"Cute. But sweetheart you don't know the half of it." She rolled up her window at that and drove away. I huffed as my dad grabbed a hold of my arm and started to walk me over to the car. So much for having a heart to heart. Or a heart-to-no-heart.

"I don't want you socializing with her." My dad said. "She's not the kind of female influence you need in your life. I'll introduce you to Jo and Ellen." He opened the door and ushered me into the car.

"Jo and Ellen?" I asked.

"Friends of ours." My uncle responded as he put his and my dad's bag in the trunk and then sat up front. "But first we'll have you meet Bobby. He's a good guy and we can figure out how to enroll you in school." Sam said and I paled.

"Ew. School? No. Come on, there has to be a away to like… home-school me right? I mean when will I even have time for school. I can do stuff on the computer now too. It's not like when you guys were young." I blurted.

"When we were young?" My dad questioned while my uncle spoke up.

"You need to develop social skills too Camilla. School is important." He argued and I rolled my eyes.

"I have social skills." I argued back. "We are taught a lot at camp and how would you enroll me anyways? Wouldn't that, oh I don't know, get the attention of social services?" I asked. Hoping that it would sway them to my side of this.

"We're working on that." Uncle Puppy reassured.

"Come on Princess," my dad tried to argue for my Uncle's side. The traitor. "It'll be a good thing." He said.

"Pas vraiment." I pouted.

"What?" Dad asked, eyeing me in the rear-view mirror.

"You should learn French." I responded.

"Why would I learn French?" He asked.

"Well for starters you would know what I just said." I smirked. "And you'd know enough French to know when I'm insulting you." I don't know exactly what he did after that, but I assume he probably rolled his eyes. I smiled to myself when we drove out of town. Hopefully the next one would be better.

Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed, we will see ya'll in two weeks!

Slim A Lou Prime: Research was definitely interesting, hope this chapter didn't disappoint!

Ylnadiir: Camilla is the cutest as she would full-heartedly agree. We hope to explore more of a father-daughter dynamic in later chapters.

Trey Alexander: We agree that Sam and Dean are very all-too-ready to toss their live away for anyone remotely important in their lives. Can't really say Aphrodite would pay much mind or intervene much. Probably small visits here and there but nothing too extensive.

WeylandCorp 4: Camilla agrees, research is a bitch! As for what she looks like, or a comparative photo is someone we think best fits her description would be Varvara Sokolova, at least from what A and I could find. She is blonde, more like a dirty blonde with green eyes like Deans but her eyes can shift colors due to her divine heritage. She's a very beautiful child and almost model-like. As such with other Aphrodite's children. Demi-gods are all around very good looking, just Aphrodite's more so. If we had to compare her to someone, it would be the name given earlier, but even still doesn't quite hit the nail on the head for us.

MangoCheese: It did! And luckily Mattie is there to save the day. As for the Demi-god dreams, she has them, but not as frequently as an Apollo kid.

Question: What'd ya'll think of Mattie?!

Trivia: Camilla has a fear of isolation and abandonment. She also is afraid of Kampe, who was the jailer of Tartarus.