Sam woke up to water dripping on his face.

When he opened his eyes, he was met with a water gun aimed at his face, Percy looming over him like a demon straight from Hell. With what was absolutely not a startled squeak, Sam reared his leg back and kicked the man away from him before he realized what he was doing.

"Fucking ow!" Percy stood up from where he was sprawled a few feet away on his back, rubbing his stomach lightly with his hand, the water gun still clutched in the other. "You kicked me!"

Sam was sat up on his pullout bed, eyes wide, "I just fucking panicked."

"What's going on here?" Dean asked, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands to get the sleep out of them. "I can hear you all the way from my room."

Percy gestured at the youngest Winchester with the water gun, "Sam kicked me!"

"He was standing over me smiling like he was going to gut me!"

Dean sighed, running a hand through his hair, "Sam, Percy always looks like that. Have some class. Percy..." He turned to his best friend, who was opening and closing the cap on the water gun like it fascinated him. "We have a rule about causing chaos before eleven. It's only nine, dick-for-brains."

Percy narrowed his eyes at him but obediently lowered the water gun when the Winchester's eyes widened slightly. He looked over at Sam, who only looked a bit relieved, "When it hits eleven, I'm coming for you, Samantha."

"I go to work at ten," Sam said, only for his satisfied smile to drop when he heard Percy's next words.

"Did I stutter?"

Dean pushed his best friend out of the way, ignoring his indignant sputters as he made his way to the coffee maker. "Shut up both of you. It's too early to deal with your shit. Percy, you do know we're supposed to leave in thirty minutes, right?"

Percy blinked slowly before looking down at his white T-shirt and blue Cookie Monster pajama bottoms. "...I'll go change my pants. Save me a cup?"

"Don't I always?"

"No."

"Then hurry up so you can get some."

The black-haired man blew a raspberry at him before skulking off to his room without bothering to turn on the lights.

"I'm going to need therapy because of him," Sam said as he walked into the kitchen to lean against one of the counters.

Dean shrugged, pulling out two mugs- one green and one blue- despite what he said earlier. "You get used to it." He poured himself a cup, draining it's contents quickly and refilling it. "You want a ride to work today?"

"Sure, thanks. Give me a few minutes." The youngest Winchester walked over to the bathroom where his duffle bag was kept out of the way in the storage closet and grabbed some clothes to change into. After getting ready and brushing his teeth, he walked back out to see Dean folding up the pull out bed while humming some Metallica song. "Shit, sorry, I should've done that."

"It's whatever." His brother straightened up and tossed the pillows back onto the couch. "Percy, hurry the fuck up or I'm leaving you!"

Percy walked out of his room, beelining to the kitchen for his coffee. He chugged the contents of the blue mug before frowning down at it. He eyed the coffee maker for a moment as if contemplating something and grabbed it, downing it in only a few gulps. "Ah, much better."

Sam blinked at the man, who was acting like he didn't just drinking scorching coffee like it was water, before shaking his head slowly, "Ready to go?"

"Yeah, I'm good. I just have to find my shoes."

Percy was serving a young couple's food when he suddenly froze, a smile making its way onto his face. He set their food down before turning around, calling from the other side of the diner, "Winnie! We should get a bunkbed!"

Dean turned to him slowly, absentmindedly writing down his own table's order on his notepad. After a moment of silence he shrugged. "Yeah, sure, why not? It'll give Sam a room finally."

"Yes!" He grinned widely, twirling around to face another table. The couple previously were giggling to themselves, the two men holding hands as they whispered about potential pillow forts and cuddles. "I call top bunk!"

May shook her head at the two as she brought out a tray full of food but there was a smile on her face, showing that the two men acted like that often enough. After setting down the orders and receiving her polite thanks, the redhead made her way over to the back room.

It was nearing closing and May didn't have any tables to serve, so she made her way over to Boss' office for "The Demigod Pow-Wow" as Percy called it. They were really just going to talk about adjusting the patrols and try and come up with an idea on how to support Cynthia and her baby. Since Percy and Annabeth were the seasoned demigods in the diner, Boss hadn't wanted to start the meeting without their input.

Annabeth had arrived ten minutes later, a bag hefted over her shoulder. She had decided to stay with May at her apartment after realizing that finding a solution for their problem would take longer than expected. She had texted her cousin that afternoon, finishing some work she was doing before checking out of her hotel and driving her rental car to the diner.

Percy took a bit longer as he had to convince Dean to head home instead of waiting for him since he was his ride home. The son of Poseidon ended up striding into the room finally and all but collapsed on the chair Boss vacated when he saw how tired the manager was. "Alright, let's get started. Anyone have any news?"

The meeting lasted for about an hour before any conclusion was met. Diane, Nicole, and Lauren had found nothing solid, though everyone agreed that there was more monsters loitering about than usual, proving patrols difficult. However, Lauren had found footprints along with strange markings on the ground near an alley a few streets from the diner that didn't match any of the creatures around. She had taken pictures of them, showing the group, before forwarding them to Annabeth along with the location she found the prints at.

Even with the lighting, it was easy to see that the footprints were actually hooves, though the markings behind it suggested that the creature had a long tail that was a few inches thick that scraped along the floor in harsh movements. The steps led out to the middle of the street where it seemed to disappear onto the busy roads.

"I haven't come across anything that could make things like that," May said, Annabeth and Percy nodding along with her words. "And nothing like that ever attacked me."

"If it is our mystery creature," Boss spoke from where he was leaning against the wall by his desk. "It doesn't seem keen on attacking any of our people at the moment. However, we do know that it is invisible and deadly. I want everyone to keep their eyes out for any signs, alright? Annabeth and I will work on seeing if we can identify whatever it is. For now, we'll continue our patrols as normal."

"Yes, sir," Everyone, including the seasoned demigods, chorused.

Jameson sighed from where he was sat by the door, rubbing a hand on his face. He healed up nicely with ambrosia and TLC from his friends, though his side was still sore. "This is all well and good but what are we going to do about Richard?"

Cynthia flushed red with shame from where she sat but was soothed by the cook, who put an arm around her. "He didn't- I don't think he knows. At least, he hasn't said anything."

"I'll bet you a thousand drachma he does," Diane said, tossing her curly black hair behind her shoulder, crossing her legs.

"That's a suckers bet," Nicole chimed, raising an eyebrow at her. "There's no way he can not know about the baby. I mean, he shouldn't even have been near Cynthia in the first place. He and Percy had a deal."

May snorted, shaking her head at the brunette. "We all know he never honors those. The question is what we're planning on doing about Richard's wife. We can't let her near Cynthia. I won't let her near Cynthia."

"Leave them to me," Percy finally spoke up from where he was draped over Boss' office chair, idly playing with a small paper ball. A dark grin made its way onto his face, the rage clear in the face of Richard's blatant disregard of their deal. "I'll talk to Richard." He crushed the ball in his hand, green eyes flashing dangerously, "He'll regret ever trying to cross me."