A/N: Okay, this is a dream that I just had, and I just had to turn it into a story! Hopefully it'll just be a one-shot since I'm good at those and don't have to come up with multiple chapters XD. Anyways it's currently 12:27 in the afternoon, and I have to get some groceries from my grandparents today so this probably won't be done until later. Now, let us begin!

ALSO: CURSING

Percy's POV

I found myself waking up in a bushier area of the parking lot. Ya know those little extra pieces the stores add into their parking lots with trees and bushes and bark and stuff to make it look pretty? That's where I was. I believe I was in the beautiful state of Colorado, but I really wasn't sure anymore. It'd been months since I'd left home. Mom and Paul and Estelle were safe and sound, as well as everybody else at the two Camps; I just... I was getting way too much attention. After the Giant War, campers would approach me all the time and 'fangirl' over me. The gods continued to ask me to do things, and I said I needed a break. I love being a demigod, don't get me wrong. It's just that I hadn't had a break and had been going nonstop for six years. It was annoying. I asked the Gods if I could have a year to myself; make my scent fainter, and allow me the chance to try starting a life on my own somewhere. They had reluctantly agreed after a huge debacle, then sent me back to camp to inform the others of my decision. Annabeth had freaked out on me when she heard the news, claiming that this was the life of a demigod, and I was being a chicken for wanting to leave. I told her that she was right; I was being selfish to be leaving like this. But I needed to get away, if only for just a little bit. I was eighteen, and didn't get to experience anything normal during my high school years or even in middle school. My Wise Girl stared that it was a good thing I was leaving, since we obviously needed a break from eachother. Her words had hurt, but I understood. I had returned home, told my mother of my plans, and she had hugged me before giving me a few hundred dollars from her bank account to help me get on my feet.

And so I'd left, and now I was here. Like I'd stated before, it'd been a month, and I was waking up in a parking lot. Don't get me wrong, I was living the life! I was just... doing it in a parking lot. Okay, so it sounds pretty bad. Here's the thing though. My mom gave me money, and I still have it in the backpack that I carry with me, but I need to figure out where I'm going to 'settle down' at first. So far, I'd somehow only managed to find jobs where the owners were monsters, which is beyond stupid since the gods supposedly diminished my scent. Then again, trusting the gods hadn't always led me somewhere good.

I heard noise behind me, two voices talking animatedly.

"-so we're going to need more salt, and we should try to grab some sausages and orange juice or something. There aren't a lot of diners here so we'll need to be a little more resourceful Dean." I felt myself tense and shrink down even further into the shrubbery.

"Yeah, I know that Sammy. Here, let's just go in and get out-" The voice cut itself off and shuffling could be heard. The second man's voice-Dean was what the Sammy person had said-became quieter as he whispered to his companion. "You see that too right?" Percy could practically feel the man's shadow looming over him. "That... that's definitely a-"

"Yeah, it is. C'mon Dean, let's go."

"What? You just wanna leave him here?"

There was more shuffling and Sammy's voice got further away. "He's homeless, Dean. It's pretty common in populated areas like this. Besides, it's not like we can do anything for him."

Dean sighed from behind me as he caught up to the other man. "Fine, I get it. Maybe we can bring him something to eat? I heard there's some sort of flour festival in the mall or something, and there's a discount on their waffles today!"

I waited until they were gone before I sat up, the cold bark covered ground jabbing into me. I looked at my surroundings. It was still early in the morning, and there were only a few cars in the parking lot. I checked the area one more time before gathering a thick amount of dew in the air until I had a big glob of water hovering in the air. I used it to basically spin rinse my hair before removing the red and grey hoodie I wore, the cold brisk air greeting me harshly. Ignoring the feeling, I did the same thing to my hoodie before drying it and placing the relatively clean article of clothing back on, smiling at the warmth it returned to me. I stood up, dusting my pants off and walking across the parking lot to enter the large grocery store that was on the outskirts of the mall. I looked at my watch, reading 7:05 and nodding my head. No wonder there weren't many cars, the place had barely opened!

I entered the building, ignoring the way the woman in the corner to my left glared at me as she swept up what looked like corn or chips or something. Instead, I made my way through the store, hoping to find something yummy that didn't need heat applied to it. I didn't feel like finding a random area to start a fire just to cook some bacon. I allowed myself to wander for a bit, gawking at the flour that seemed to be scattered everywhere. Guess those men had been right about the flour...

I found the nearest worker, smiling kindly at the old man. "Excuse me sir, but you wouldn't happen to have a waffle sale going on, would you?" The man's nose twitched in agitation before nodding.

"Yeah, follow me. This way kid." He led me over to the back corner of the building, making me slightly paranoid. I swear to the gods of this is another monster-

"Here. Waffle stand is there, flour's in the corner. Enjoy." The man walked away, his cold sharp eyes staying on me for a moment longer until he disappeared around the corner. My gut screamed at me, but I chose to ignore it for the moment as I approached the hot waffle stand that was left unmanned. I could practically feel myself drooling as I picked up a plastic bag, the golden waffles gleaming in the steamy wrapping. I walked towards the flour, curiosity and confusion lacing my face. Why someone would have a flour festival was beyond me. I mean, what was the purpose of it? I allowed my fingers to run through the large produce table covered in flour, ignoring the large scoopers for the white fluffy substance.

My face was roughly shoved forwards, my entire head being dunked under the flour. I slammed my hands onto the table, pushing as hard as I could. I tried not to choke at the small amount of flour that'd made its way into my lungs. I managed to turn around a little bit, just enough to see creepy broom lady from earlier smiling down at me with a crazed look. "Perssseeussss Jacksssson... Your little fire friend had managed to slay me a few months ago, so I guess I'll just have to kill you instead!" Her hand gripped tighter around my head, and I grabbed the table to slide under it and out of the empousa's grasp. I could see the white of flour in my eyelashes as I ran throughout the giant store, making my way down different aisles and trying to find the exit. I rounded the corner, my face slamming into somebody abruptly. I looked at the imprint of my face on the man's shirt before looking at his shocked expression. I hissed and grimaced as I gently swatted at the flour on his shirt before hearing the clunk of a metal leg and clip of a donkey hoof around the corner. "Schist! Sorry, Mister!" I raced past the tall long haired man and ran towards the produce section before being flung forwards again as the Empousa gripped my ankle in her clawed hand, dragging me downwards. I let loose a small shriek as the creature let her claws climb up to my calf, shredding the flesh down to the bone. I grit my teeth, looking at the empousa with a furious look. "These were the only jeans I had, you bitch!" I used my free foot to kick her in her ugly face, her grip loosening enough for me to stand up. The old man from before looked at my head, then to his 'coworker' before snarling. He held his mop up in a threatening position.

"Emi was a nice girl, kid. You just got on my shit list for kicking our newest employee and contaminating the flour with your ugly face."

I felt my face contort into what I hoped showed my disgust and annoyance. "Um, excuse me Mr. Mortal asshat, first off this bitch isn't human, and secondly I've never been called ugly. Like, ever. I've been told I look like my dad, and he's a literal God. You couldn't compete." I flicked my hair, flour raining down from my head as I gave a small pose. I could feel two more people behind me, prompting me to turn around and see my face still imprinted on the tall man's shirt and the shorter of the two looking at my leg incredulously like he could see the damage the empousa had done to me.

Speaking of which, the woman's brunette hair erupted into flames, her eyes hot embers that showed her unbridled fury as she lunged at me. I dodged out of the way, hissing at the cuts in my leg. The old man continued to screech, rooting for 'Emi'. I raced out of the building, waffles still firmly gripped in my hands as the empousa chased after me. I could hear an extra pair or two of footsteps, egging me on further as I raced through the parking lot. I could see the flour stuck to my eyelashes, white blotches distorting my vision. I didn't see the black Impala until it whipped up next to me, the back door wide open with the tall man and my face on his shirt. "Get in!"

I looked at the car before shaking my head. "No can do. I gotta kill this stupid bitch before she kills any others. She's only gonna cause more trouble. Now get out of here Mortal! You don't know what you're getting into." I ran faster, my demigod abilities kicking in as my legs went into overdrive. My calf burned from the exertion, blood trickling out in large heaps. If I didn't get to a body of water soon, then I'd bleed out and die. I glanced back, watching the empousa gain on me. I needed to deal with this now. I turned around, uncapping Riptide and using the sword to dig into the ground to halt my movements. I held the xiphos firmly in my hand, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.

Something grabbed onto my shirt, and I was dragged into the car by the tall flour man. I growled, glaring at him before turning my attention to the window. Rolling it down, I allowed my upper body to dangle out the car as I took aim at the monster no more than five feet away from me. I held the weapon above my head as if I were swinging down, only to throw Riptide and watch in satisfaction as the weapon but into the Empousa's head, her body turning to nothing but a golden ash that trickled to the ground.

I was dragged back into the car by the tall man as he stared at me incredulously. I smiled, giving a small salute to him before looking at my leg. Huh, it was worse then I'd thought it'd been. I looked at the tall man, pointing at the imprint of my face on his shirt as I giggled. My head spun and the world turned black.

Third Person POV

Sam stared at the boy who'd just killed that strange creature. Dean was driving, his face twitching in anger and agitation as he continued to make his way down the old highway. As soon as the teen had been torn back into the car, he had looked at his leg, given Sam a shaky smile, and promptly collapsed onto his shirt exactly where his face had originally landed. Flour had sprayed itself everywhere, leaving Sam with an unconscious and bleeding child and Dean being pissed that his Baby was dirty and covered in blood and flour. The trio made it to the small motel the men had been staying at, and they entered their room with little trouble. Sam grabbed the boy, turning him onto his stomach on the bed so he could clean the wound and stitch it up. Using rubbing alcohol, the tall man cleaned the wound thoroughly before stitching up the deep gashes that marred the teen's ankle and calf. Sam winced at how deep the wounds were. He could see the white of the teen's bones.

Halfway through the leg, the teen had shot up, screaming bloody murder. The room had shaken violently for a few minutes until the teen collapsed onto the bed once more, sweating violently. Sam and Dean had looked at eachother with knowing looks before finishing patching the wound up and wrapping it thickly in gauze. Blood still seeped through a few spots even after Sam had thoroughly wrapped the ligament.

The brothers sat down, waiting patiently for the boy to wake. Well, Sam sat patiently, researching the creature that'd been killed while Dean sat on the bed next to the teen, grumbling about homeless teens, flour, waffles, and monsters. After an hour or two, the teen rolled over, his arms splayed outwards as he stared at the ceiling in a foggy confusion. His eyes cleared and he sat upright, looking at the two men around him before gasping and promptly falling off the bed in his fright. He yelped in pain before scuttling against the back wall, reaching into his pocket and removing a pen. "S-stay away from me!" He glared harshly ages the brothers, both of whom shrugged their shoulders and moved closer. "I said STAY AWAY!" The ground shook slightly, drawing the Winchester's attention away for a moment. That's all it took for Riptide to spring to life, the blade pointed dangerously close to Dean's shoulder. The brothers allowed their eyes to widen in shock.

"The fuck did you get the sword from, kid?!" Dean looked at the weapon apprehensively while Sam motioned with his hands in a sign of surrender.

"None of your business, Jackass."

"Hey, Listen kid, we're just-"

"I'm not a kid. I'm eighteen, Green Giant. Now back the fuck up and make a clear path so I can leave." He aimed his sword at Sam, who twitched his nose at the green bean nickname.

"Okay then. Let's just calm down for a moment here. My name is Sam, and this is Dean." Sam offered a small smile to the young adult, who only grunted in either annoyance or understanding. It was difficult to tell with the harsh glare he was giving them.

"So you're the two assholes from this morning." Sam raised an eyebrow in question. "Yeah, that's right. I was awake when you two walked by, chatting about your groceries and you had said that I was just some homeless kid, that I was common. Well I'm not." His sword jabbed towards Sam with a little more gusto, before he waved his hand at Dean as if swatting away a fly. "You though, I appreciate your concern for me, but I have money. I can get my own waffles." He motioned towards the waffles that sat on the table with his backpack that had been ransacked by the two older adults. "Granted, I didn't get the chance to pay for them, but I don't think the mall would appreciate me coming back..."

Sam kept his hands up as he sat down on the floor, making the raven haired teen stare at him fiercely. "Listen, I hadn't meant to say that. I'm sorry."

The boy glared harder, making Sam flinch. "You act like I'm stupid, but I'm not. I've met people like you before, people who act all nice and shit when they're just asshats waiting to do something horrible to you."

Dean sat down as well, his nose twitching in irritation. "Alright, Listen here buddy. We saved your ass from that creature, and based off of your reaction I'm gonna take a guess and say you're either a hunter or supernatural yourself."

Percy growled. "The fuck does that mean? I was doing just fine on my own, thanks. And like hell I'd ever be a Hunter. They'd castrate me for just thinking of joining them. As for the supernatural part, I don't know what kind of mortals you are, but you must be on some serious crack buddy. Now, like I said before, get the fuck outta the way so I can leave." He once again jabbed his sword forwards, motioning towards the door.

Sam and Dean looked at eachother for a moment before the older of the two spoke up. "Okay, first off you don't have to be such an asshole. We saved you from that thing, and-"

The boy chuckled. "Like hell you did. I had a job to do, and it was killing that stupid bitch. Damned 'gods diminishing my scent' my ass..." He mumbled the last part, but the brothers heard it loud and clear. "Listen, my point is that you two kidnapped me, and I gotta go, so if you'll excuse me." He attempted to stand, hissing in pain as he used the wall for support. He managed to stand, not noticing the brothers do the same.

"Seriously, you need to rest! You're going to aggravate the wounds even more!" Sam tried to move towards the boy, only to have the xiphos' point touch his nose.

"Don't get any closer, mortal. I can take care of myself just fine."

Dean growled. "Why do you keep calling us that? You've gotta be a supernatural if you're calling us mortals. So, what are you? You another pagan god we gotta kill?"

The boy whipped his head towards Dean, glaring so fiercely it was as if the older Winchester had been stabbed in the chest. "The gods are giving me a break for the year. Besides, what do you mean you've killed gods before? You can't do that. Even if you did manage to slay one, they'd come back. The only way they die is if they fade, and that doesn't usually happen for a very long time."

Dean gulped. "Listen kid, I-"

"My name's Percy, so stop calling me kid."

"Okay, Percy, I'm extremely confused with what's going on here, so why don't you just sit down and explain to us what's going on here and how you're related to the gods. If you're a god, then you know we'll have to kill you for the sacrifices you do right?"

Percy looked at Dean in confusion. "First off, I don't need to explain anything to you asswipes. And second of all, why would you have to kill me for making sacrifices? Besides, I haven't done those for a month!"

Sam glared. "So you have killed people before for your damned gods?"

Percy looked horrified. "Of course not! The fuck kind of psycho do you think I am? I sacrifice part of my food to them. Ya know, a piece of chicken here, a slice of bacon there, the works. I don't sacrifice people!" He shook his head, limping his way towards the table after swatting at the two boys with his sword to get them out of the way. The sea green eyed boy sat down at the table, setting his sword down and rummaging through his open bag. He smiled as he removed a small zip lock bag of what looked like lemon squares, breaking a piece off and popping it into his mouth. He sighed in bliss, sinking into his chair for a moment before reaching for the plastic bottle of water he always kept on him.

Sam screeched at the teen as he began to untie his gauze. "What're you doing?! I spent like thirty minutes patching you up!"

Percy looked at Sam with a reproachful look. "Yeah, well thanks for doing that but you really didn't need to." The brothers cautiously approached, and Percy rolled his eyes. "You can sit down, you two aren't a threat to me."

Dean looked pissed. "Excuse you, I'm a Hunter! I could kill you right now if I wanted to!"

Percy removed the last of the gauze, face grimacing as he inspected the stitches. "Shit. You actually stitched me up?" Sam nodded, confusion evident on his face. "Great. Now I gotta remove all of that. What a pain."

Sam stared at Percy with a stern look. "Now Listen here, kid-"

"Percy."

"-you can't just take those out! If you do then you'll probably bleed out all over the place!"

The boy grabbed a small pocket knife from his bag, cutting the stitches open violently and creating more gashes. Percy winced but continued hacking through Sam's hard work swiftly. "It'll be fine. Let's talk about how you mortals can see through the Mist though. Why is that?"

Dean looked confused. "Mist? It's a perfectly clear day, kid. I don't know what you're talking about. And stop calling us mortals!"

Percy looked at them with a raised eyebrow. "Well I'm not wrong. You've got to be mortals. If you were a demigod, then you'd be dead by now. I'm one of the oldest ones around." He returned to his work, halfway done.

"Demigod? You mean those sick bastards have kids?!" Dean looked at Percy in shock, gripping his small knife in his hand under the table tightly.

"Yeah, of course they do. They're horny gods, what do you expect?" Thunder tumbled outside, making Percy roll his eyes. "Oh, shut up! You're giving me a year to myself! Stop being such a drama queen."

Sam and Dean stared at eachother in confusion. "Uh, I think your gods and our gods are different, Percy." Sam watched Percy's face flinch as he cut the last of the stitches, nodding his head at the blood that began to seep down his leg. Grabbing the water bottle, the two brothers watched in shock as Percy poured the clear liquid onto his leg, the wound closing and healing itself to the point where it was nothing but a faint scar.

"Dammit. The stupid thing scarred. Fucking empousa..." Percy stood up, moving his leg back and forth like nothing was wrong with it.

"Okay, you've got some serious explaining to do demigod. Tell us everything or we kill you right here, right now." Dean held his knife up to Percy's throat, glaring at the teen who stared down the knife in exasperation.

"I don't feel like dealing with this right now. I'm leaving." The teen swatted the knife away, only to growl and whip his head down to stare at the large gash that was on his arm now. "The fuck man?! I literally just finished healing my leg." He plopped onto the floor, using the same water from earlier to heal his arm. There was a very faint line, making the teen growl. "You bitch. I've already got enough scars from there. I don't need more." Percy grabbed Riptide, swinging it down through Dean's shin. He huffed as the blade passed harmlessly through the man. "Huh, just like I thought. Damned mortals."

Sam stared from Dean to the blade to Dean then back at the blade. "How'd you do that?"

Percy ran a hand through his hair. "Celestial Bronze, Green Giant. It's what most weapons are made out of to kill monsters. You claim to be hunters yet you've never heard of this stuff before?" Percy scoffed. "Yeah, you don't know what you're talking about. You're just crazy. Listen, I have an agreement with the gods, which means no demigod business for a year. I'm off the hook, so let. Me. Leave."

"No. How about this, we'll tell you about our lives, about our monsters, and you can tell us about yours. Deal?" Sam looked at the young adult, patiently waiting for an answer.

The teen huffed, crossing his arms but nodding his head. "Fine. I'm curious if you two are actually Hunters like you claim to be or if you're just crackhead mortals." Dean's face twitched as he prepared himself to verbally attack the child for being so judgmental, but Percy continued. "My name is Perseus Jackson. I'm the Son of Poseidon. I'm not going to go into detail about all the monsters, Titans, Giants, and Primordials I've slayed, because that'd take way too long, but here's the gist: I'm one of the Seven, and the Twice Savior of Olympus. I'm sick of being a pawn for the gods, and needed a break so I asked for a break since most of the gods owe me a favor, and they've given me a year to be a normal mortal. Unfortunately they didn't diminish my demigod scent enough and monsters are still on my ass all the time, so I'm sure you two can understand why I'm so suspicious and jumpy all the time. I've served in two wars already, and literally gone to Hell itself. So, that's my life. Your turn." The boy leaned against the edge of the bed, hands fingering his sword that'd somehow turned into a pen during his conversation.

The brothers looked at eachother before giving small nods. "Okay, didn't understand half of what you said, but I guess it's our turn. My name is Dean Winchester. This is my younger brother Sam. When we were little a demon killed our mother, and our dad dragged us into the Hunter business. So here we are, stopping the apocalypse and slaying monsters. That's our life story. My question is what we need to do with you now."

Percy groaned in irritation, flipping the ceiling off. "Fuck you, Apollo! Fuck you Fates! Y'all are doing this shit on purpose now just for kicks!" The sky rumbled again, only this time it sounded almost like chuckling. Percy looked lazily at the brothers before sighing. "Alright, I guess I'm helping you two idiots save the world or some shit. Ugh, damn. Just when it was gonna be my year!" He hobbled over to the bathroom, ignoring the shocked looks on his 'hosts' faces. "Oh, don't act surprised. I'll go into further detail after I have a proper shower." The Winchesters could only watch as the eighteen year old disappeared into the bathroom, staying in there for the next hour.

A/N: So that was pretty much my dream. I didn't get to the last of it so I made up the ending, and I left it so if I want to continue this then I can. Anyways, it's currently 3:24 pm and I'm really proud of myself! Please read and review!

Love,

sKaEtrgrL