Unfortunately my updates won't be regular, I'm one of those people who take on way too much at once so my schedule is fairly hectic at the moment, but I'm hoping that having these published will push me to write more so that I don't leave you guys hanging :)

Ch2

Percy lay awake on the stained couch, trying not to listen to the conversation between Dean and John. It was his fourth night spent with the Winchesters, and the two had argued over his presence every single night. During the day John was distant and calculating, drilling Percy with a ruthless efficiency that told him exactly why he'd been sent to train under him. The younger Winchesters did nothing but ignore him, and in Dean's case, glare every time he got within arm's reach of Sam. Percy figured that was fair. He was a stranger in their space, he wouldn't want to play nice if he were them either.

"Why is he even here?" Dean's voice echoed throughout the room. It was riddled with venom, hissed in a low tone to ensure Sam didn't wake.

"I've told you Dean. I owe his mother a favour." John just sounded resigned, repeating the statement he'd told Dean every night this week.

"He's an outsider and a liability. He could get killed. He could get us killed."

Percy shifted uncomfortably, trying not to draw attention to himself. He didn't really want to burden the clearly struggling family. He knew what happened when you stayed at a house you weren't wanted in. Smelly Gabe had made sure of that. At six years old, he was well acquainted with the impact of iron fists and open palms. The Winchesters hadn't hit him yet, but he'd seen the way they interacted with outsiders who annoyed them and he figured it was only a matter of time. He shifted again. Muscles that he didn't even know existed ached and his whole body was heavy with exhaustion. The conversation in the room cut off, and Percy could feel dual stares settle onto his still form.

"Percy, are you awake?" John's tired voice broke the tentative silence.

Silently, Percy forced himself to lie still. Drawing attention to himself now would only make things worse. It always did.

Percy silently followed Dodds up the stairs of the museum and into an empty exhibit, his fists clenched and his eyes lowered. A million thoughts were running through his head, spinning and twisting into a panicked jumble until all he could think of was how did she end up in the fountain? When he looked up once more, he was back in the room where he'd called Nancy out on her snickering. Dodds was standing in front of him, her arms crossed and her lips twisted into some facsimile of a smile involving more teeth than it should. The growling coming from her throat sent prickles down his spine, and every warning he'd ever received from the Winchesters had him tensing and shifting into a casual and easily defensible stance.

"You've been giving us problems, honey." Dodds was pulling at the sleeves of her leather jacket and glaring at Percy with an emotion that was just stronger than hate, and was beginning to border on evil.

She's just a teacher, Percy told himself, you've been hanging around the Winchesters for too long, stop being so paranoid. He took a deep breath. He needed to stay calm, if he provoked her then she would no doubt report him to the principal and he would be expelled. Play it safe Jackson. "Yes, ma'am."

The quiet words only seemed to incense her further.

"Did you really think you would get away with it?" Thunder rumbled above, loud enough to shake the building. The room seemed to cool as shadows crept up the walls, and Mrs. Dodds' glare got even more murderous.

All of Percy's instincts were going wild, screaming at him, trying to tell him that something wasn't right. That he was in danger

"We are not fools, Percy Jackson," Mrs. Dodds hissed at him, "It was only a matter of time before we found you out. Confess and you will suffer less pain." Her hands were flexing as if she were aching to wrap them around his throat.

A dozen smart ass comments flitted through Percy's head before he came to the inevitable conclusion that he had no idea what she was talking about and that he really couldn't afford to piss her off.

Dodds, however, seemed to take his silence as evidence of guilt and a savage grin spread across her face. Her eyes began to glow, as if they were fire brought to life, and her fingers flexed out, twisting and stretching into talons. Her jacket melted into dark, leathery wings that she raised high above her head, casting a shadow over Percy. She opened her maw of yellow, glinting fangs, and snarled at him.

Adrenalin flooded Percy's systems, a thousand plans and ideas coming to mind before being dismissed because what was she and how did he kill her and more importantly, he didn't have any weapons with him. Sam and Dean were going to kill him. And Uncle John was going to watch. That is, of course, if he managed to survive this.

Dodds - could he even call her? It? Dodds any more? - brought her giant wings down and threw herself into the air. Before Percy could work himself into a panic about how screwed he was, Mr. Brunner appeared in the open doorway, pen in hand.

"What ho, Percy!" he shouted, and tossed the pen through the air right as Dodds made a swoop at him, talons outstretched.

John Winchester's teachings took hold and Percy reacted on instinct. He rolled under Dodds, her talons clawing through the air next to his head, and rose to his feet in time to catch the pen. The pen that was now a sword. Dodds swooped around again, and lunged right at him. Percy felt his heart calming as he steadied his stance and raised the sword. Hunting had taught him just how often panic killed you, or at the very least got you injured. Taking a deep breath, he opened his senses and watched the world slow down. Percy watched as Dodds tensed and readied himself for her to attack. With a hiss of fury she lunged. Percy dodged to the side, and as Dodds passed him, he swung the sword through her middle. Between one blink and the next, she had exploded into a yellow powder that reeked of sulfur, Brunner had disappeared, and Percy was holding a pen once more.

He was alone, and more confused than he had been in a long while. Sam had told him that sulfur meant demons, but he was pretty sure demons didn't explode into yellow powder. Standing in an empty room with all evidence of his attack rapidly fading, Percy couldn't help but feel like his version of a normal life was about to get a hell of a lot stranger.

"What can be used to weaken a demon?" Sam's voice had a smirk hidden in it somewhere, Percy was sure of it. His shirt was soaked with sweat, and some of it dripped down his forehead and into his eyes as he continued his pushups.

"Holy water, an exorcism, and…" Percy paused his push ups as he frantically tried to think of the last weakness.

"Uh uh uh," came Dean's taunting voice. "You know the rules Jackson, you've got to answer the questions while doing the hard work, not in between."

Gritting his teeth together, Percy resumed his pushups, wracking his brain for the answer. If he took too long Dean would add another 50 pushups to his set, and Percy was certain he wouldn't make it that long. The sound of Dean's disappointed tsking filled his ears and Percy blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

"Christo!"

There was a pause from the Winchester brothers as Percy continued to push his body to the limit before Sam spoke.

"Very good Percy."

The proud smile in his voice gave Percy the energy to finish the torturous set of pushups Dean had assigned him. When he finally looked up both Sam and Dean smiled down at him.

Percy headed back outside in a daze, it was slowly starting to drizzle with rain, although the thunder had finally subsided. Nancy stormed right up to him, her face as red as her flaming hair and her horrendous friends milling around behind her. "I hope Mrs. Kerr kicked your ass!" she snarled.

Her words penetrated the fog surrounding Percy's brain. "Who?" came his confused reply.

Nancy stared at him like he'd sprouted another head. Maybe he had. With the way he was functioning right now, Percy wouldn't have noticed.

"She's our math teacher, you numbskull! God, you really are a retard!" she announced, before flouncing off with her friends to terrorise some other poor kid.

"Teacher. Right" came Percy's muttered response as he searched for Grover, who was sitting where Percy had left him, shredding a spare piece of paper. He wandered over to the fountain, fighting off the fog clouding his mind while echoes from the adrenaline rush caused fine shakes to run up his hands.

A fine mist of rain had begun to fall, increasing in intensity with every passing moment. Grover looked up as Percy approached, fingers trembling.

"Grover," Percy began, "who is Mrs. Kerr?"

"Our math teacher, Perce. Is everything okay?"

Percy fought at the fog that was clawing at his mind. He knew what he had seen, he just didn't understand what was happening. Why did no-one remember Dodds?

Grover was now refusing to meet his eyes, the paper in his lap reduced to confetti. Thunder rumbled across the sky.

Students and pedestrians were heading inside to get away from the bad weather. Percy stumbled over to Mr. Brunner. He had not moved from his sheltered spot, still absorbed in his novel, but looked up when Percy reached him. His distracted gaze settled on the pen, still clutched in Percy's white-knuckled grip.

"Ah, Mr. Jackson, glad to see you remembered my pen. Please remember to bring your own writing utensils on future trips."

When Brunner reached out, Percy forced his hand to let go, allowing the pen to drop into Mr. Brunner's waiting palm. Fine shakes raced up his arm as his mind struggled to comprehend what was happening.

"Sir, who's Mrs. Kerr?"

"The pre-algebra teacher -"

"But what about Mrs. Dodds?" Percy was getting desperate now.

"Percy, there is no Mrs. Dodds here. As far as I know, there is no Mrs. Dodds at Yancy Academy. Are you feeling alright?" Mr. Brunner's gaze was becoming concerned now, but Percy was too freaked out to reassure him. He felt like he was losing his mind.

There was whispering in his head, trying to convince him that he was going insane, what if there really was no Mrs. Dodds? No. He knew what he had seen. It wasn't that crazy. He'd seen crazier stuff while hunting with his uncle and cousins. Then why does no one else remember? Maybe it's just- No. He trusted his memory. His ADHD may create gaps in his day, but it hadn't lied to him about what he had seen with Sam and Dean. He needed help. He needed to find a payphone.

"This is Dean. Leave your name, number, and nightmare at the tone."

"Dean, it's me. Listen, something weird is going on at Yancy. There was this...monster. She's dead now, but no one even remembers her existing. I think I might be losing my mind."

Percy stood in front of the payphone, glancing left and right to make sure there weren't any teachers marching towards him to catch him off campus and breaking curfew. He'd received enough lectures since the museum already.

The rest of the field trip had passed in a daze, and he'd received several reprimands for his lack of focus and fidgeting. Grover and Mr. Brunner had continued to look at him with concerned and worried gazes, but Percy knew what he had seen. That is, until they returned to Yancy, and no one there had any recollection of Mrs. Dodds either. No matter how many times he sprung the name on anyone, all he got was a strange look and blank eyes. Eventually, people started avoiding him in the hallways. Teachers started watching him closely, either out of concern for his mental state or in suspicion of a potential prank in the works. He wished it was a prank. At least then there would be an explanation for everything. It had taken him a week to find an opportunity to sneak off campus and call the Winchesters. Every time he had tried he had either been caught or the phone box had been busy, and he couldn't afford someone overhearing what he had to say.

"I don't know what happened. One moment she was my math teacher, and the next it looked like she was a cross between a bat and a hag or something." Percy shifted uncomfortably, "There...there was a sword. It was a pen, and then it was a sword, and then it vaporised her. A fucking glowing sword and it vaporised her, and now no one else remembers her. And I don't know where the sword went. It just...vanished."

Percy ran a hand through his messy hair. He noticed it shaking under the fluorescent lights from the phone box and clenched it into a fist.

"I've already tried Uncle John and Sam, neither of them are picking up their phones. I don't know what's going on. Please. Come and get me."

He hung up the phone with a decisive click. His watch told him he had twenty minutes before the supervisors did the rounds at the dorms. He let out a sigh and dialed another number.

"This is Dean's other, other cell, so you must know what to do."

With three weeks left at Yancy, the only student still speaking to Percy was Grover. Even Nancy had started avoiding him, unsure of what his violent mood swings might mean for her if she pissed him off. It had only taken one incident where she pushed too far, and the fury simmering in his eyes had her walking in the other direction as fast as possible. The only teacher who hadn't lost their temper with him was Mr. Brunner, but even he was starting to get tired of Percy's abrasive attitude. The Winchesters hadn't turned up. He'd snuck out twice more to leave messages, but none of them were picking up their phones, and if they were getting his messages then they were ignoring them. Sam's phone had been disconnected.

Percy had long since bypassed scared and confused. By this stage he had settled comfortably into anger, an emotion he was well familiar with. The headmaster had already pulled Percy aside to tell him he wouldn't be allowed back next year, but as long as Percy didn't get involved in any major incidents he would be allowed to finish the year. Percy was past the point of caring. Expulsion almost seemed inevitable most days anyway, and what use was a promise to Sam and Dean if they wouldn't even pick up the fucking phone. Most teachers didn't bother with him anymore and sent him out into the hallway every lesson. His grades had slipped to F's and the only class he had any semblance of patience for was Latin. That was what saw him walking towards Mr. Brunner's class late at night, a copy of the Cambridge Guide to Greek Mythology clutched in his hands and memories of spinning letters imprinted behind his eyelids.

"...worried about Percy, sir." Grover's unmistakable voice could be heard through the closed door of Mr. Brunner's office door.

Percy sucked in a breath and crept closer, body tense and mind racing.

"I mean, a Kindly One in the school! And Percy knows something is up, sir. I don't know whether it's conscious yet or not but-"

"Calm Grover."

That was Mr. Brunner's voice. He could scarcely believe it, his best friend and his Latin teacher having a conversation, after curfew, about him.

"We would only make matters worse by rushing him. We need him to mature more."

"I think there's more to Percy than you realise, sir." Grover's voice was calm, but determined. "He may come off as immature, but sometimes there's this look in his eyes. Like he knows more than he lets on." Muffled shuffling noises sounded through the wood.

"Sir, the summer solstice deadline -"

"Will have to be resolved without him, Grover. Let him enjoy his ignorance while he still can."

"Sir, he saw her…"

"His imagination -"

"He hasn't stopped questioning it, even if he has stopped talking about it. And I don't think Percy has been ignorant for several years now -"

The mythology book dropped from Percy's fingers and hit the floor with a dull thud. All conversation behind the door cut off immediately. With several age inappropriate thoughts rushing through his head, Percy quickly picked up the book and backed down the hall. Ducking swiftly into the first unlocked classroom he found, he shut the door and listened, heart hammering in his chest. A slow clop-clop-clop echoed down the corridor before pausing right outside Percy's hidden refuge. A bead of sweat dripped down the back of his neck.

"Nothing," Mr. Brunner murmured. A long pause smothered the evening.

"Sir…" Grover swallowed loudly. "Sir, I can't fail in my duties again." His voice was thick with barely restrained emotion. "You know what that would mean."

Mr. Brunner sighed. "You haven't failed Grover, I should have seen her for what she was. Now, lets just worry about keeping Percy alive until next Autumn…" the voices trailed off as both Mr. Brunner and Grover moved away.

Still, Percy didn't move for several more minutes.