A/N: So... This is gonna be the last chapter for a long time that's in Percy's POV. From here on out, it's gonna be Sam. Mostly. I think. Whatever. Also, I'd like to point out that this is the last chapter in season 1, and we'll basically be skipping straight to season 4 after this. Be warned. ~Impi
Percy was deliberating. Sam, his Sam, chased after monsters. If the way he talked about his father was any indication, then he'd probably been raised from a really young age doing that. So maybe he was good at it, whatever. The Giant War was only a couple years over, which was plenty of time for a few major monsters to reform. Percy didn't doubt that the Gorgons were after his blood.
So yeah, Percy was allowed to worry about Sam.
But would he seriously drop everything, all of his college experience and a couple years of normality (because let's face it, Stanford had some pine-tree-level monster warding. It let the mortals in, though) just to go stalk Sam to make sure he didn't get killed?
What was he even gonna need the college education for? As soon as he was done here, he had been planning to head back to the camps. With all he had done, he'd probably be offered something like ambassador or maybe even minor godhood again. Which he still didn't really want.
So yeah. Yeah, he was going to go stalk Sam.
He sighed, and decided to make a quick call to Annabeth before Sam came back.
He re-summoned the water and flicked a drachma through. It came back and beaned him in the forehead.
"Annabeth, please." He sighed, rubbing his head. The mist flickered, and a tangled blonde ponytail came into view.
As soon as Annabeth saw the Iris Message, her whole face brightened up. "Hey, Perce!"
Percy smiled at her, and saw how tired she looked. "How hard have they been working you?" he asked.
She waved him off. "It's fine, really. Just been studying a bit harder than usual, that's all. Anyways, why'd you call?" She quickly changed the subject.
Percy raised his eyebrow, but left it be. "I don't have a lot of time to talk, Annabeth. But anyways, long story short, I think my boyfriend secretly hunts monsters, so I'm quitting college to stalk him and keep him alive." On second thought, maybe a longer explanation would have been better.
It was a credit to Annabeth's patience that she didn't immediately shoot him down. Instead, she just made a face like she'd been sucking on a lemon.
"Percy, do you even hear yourself? This sounds like a really rash decision. How long have you even known him, anyways?"
"Two years. But he's mortal. He's not even from one of the other pantheons, I've checked. Not Greek, not Roman, not Norse, not anything. He can't even see through the Mist."
Annabeth's expression hardly changed. Eventually, though, she sighed. "I can't stop you, Percy. But please be careful, okay? Don't get yourself killed."
Percy shot her a cocky smile. "When have I ever?" He said. "I'll keep you updated." He swiped his hand through the image, cutting off the call, and sat himself cross-legged on his bed, just as Sam came walking back in.
"Sam?" he asked.
Sam walked past him and pulled out a duffel bag from under the bed. He dropped what appeared to be a pile of shirts wrapped around something that looked suspiciously gun-like.
Percy pretended not to notice. "You're leaving?" he asked.
Sam looked at him and made a face. "Wish I didn't have to."
"Is this about your dad? He went missing?" Percy asked. He already knew the answer.
"Kinda." Sam said. "Probably just another cry for attention, though. I bet he's fine."
"How long will this take?" Percy asked.
Sam shrugged. "I don't know. Should be only a couple days at most. I'll be back in time for the interview."
Percy smiled and kissed his cheek. "You better." He sat back and really looked at Sam. "Are you sure you're okay, though? You don't seem quite fine with this. Besides, don't you…well, you don't like your family, right? Why are you going to spend, what, a weekend with them? This doesn't seem right. I should know, I'm-" Percy cut himself off. He wasn't anything, not with Sam. Just Percy, son of Sally.
Sam looked at him with a face that basically called him out. "You're what?"
"Nothing." Percy said quickly.
"Right." Sam said.
Percy got off the bed and crossed his arms. "Right. Listen, I don't want you to die on me, you know. I'd like to still have a Sam come Monday."
Thankfully, Sam took it as a joke. He smiled. "I'll be fine. You won't even miss me." He kissed Percy, then headed out the door.
"Bye." Percy waved.
He watched as Sam got into an old-fashioned black car, and kept watching as it took off down the road and faded away.
.:~*~:.
The first thing he did, now that Sam was gone, was begin to actively look for anything that might point to Sam being more than just an ordinary mortal.
He checked on top of doorframes and anywhere else that he wouldn't have noticed something. Small spaces.
What he found surprised him.
There were the thinnest of salt lines, barely visible, at all of the doors and windows, placed in such a way that they wouldn't be easily disturbed. Three different guns in the closest, buried under a pile of laundry. A water bottle labeled "holy water," with a thin layer of dust on top. Several knives made of various metals, some of which had sigils and runes engraved on them.
Percy opened the bottle of holy water, and was instantly overwhelmed with the sense of cleanliness coming from it. It just seemed so…pure. Percy didn't know if that had to do with his while son-of-the-sea-god thing or what, but he kept a mental note on the holy water and cautiously put it away.
The funny thing was, none of the items had even the tracest amounts of Celestial Bronze, or even Imperial Gold. Nothing that could actually take down a monster. At least, not the variety that plagued him. Maybe the Norse monsters had different rules, Percy didn't know.
Percy didn't know what he was going to do next. Sure, he'd found suspicious stuff. So what? What could he do about it?
He collected everything he'd found (he left the salt lines, trusting Sam had his reasons) and put it all into one bag, not unlike the duffel Sam had grabbed earlier. He stared at it for several moments, before hefting it over his shoulder and packing his own supplies (including some leftover ambrosia squares he'd hidden literally in his pillow) as well as grabbing a hoodie.
He was going to have to track down Sam, a job he was not looking forwards to. His family did not seem like happy people.
Percy whistled for Mrs. O'Leary, who appeared from the shadows surprisingly fast. With a bark that probably deafened anyone within three miles of them, she slobbered all over Percy.
"Yeah, yeah, good to see you too, girl." He said. The enthusiastic hellhound barked again, which made Percy more than eager to get out of the area. He didn't want to be around when am overly busy neighbor decided to call the police.
'Can you do me a favor? Can you find Sam Winchester for me?" He asked. He waved one of Sam's shirts at her.
The hellhound gave it a look of distaste, and Percy swung himself onto her back just in time for her to start running full-force at the trees nearby.
It was dark for a moment, and then the next thing Percy saw, it was full-on sunny outside, maybe the middle of the day. There was some sort of crime scene on a bridge, and Percy saw Sam and the black car, and some other guy who must have been his brother.
He turned to Mrs. O'Leary. "Time travel?" he hissed. "Seriously? Why couldn't we have, I dunno, stayed in the same time? This better only be tomorrow!"
He slumped against the tree and sighed. He'd never even imagined that hellhounds could time travel. Then again, they probably couldn't. Maybe she'd just knocked him out for several hours. Actually, that seemed more likely.
He focused on Sam, and saw that he was talking to one of the-what was it, sheriffs? He was holding up something that Percy had to assume was a fake badge, because Sam sure as hell did not have any kind of job that would give him access to crime scenes.
Percy darted out of the trees and started walking over to the scene. Thinking fast, he tried to manipulate the Mist so that he'd look completely different, in the hopes that Sam recognize him.
Just as Sam and Dean finally began to walk away, Percy reached the area. Dean gave him a nod and said, "Agent Scully."
Percy assumed the Mist gave him a face familiar to Dean.
Percy nodded back, nearly smiling at the X-FILES reference, and hurried on, getting a closer look at the car. It appeared completely spotless, no blood, not anything that might have indicated somebody had died there.
Nevertheless, Percy could smell the blood.
He tried to sense if there were any monsters nearby, anything at all even remotely mythical, but failed. That was more Nico's thing, anyways, but he couldn't help but be disappointed at the thought of doing this the old fashioned way.
He turned towards the man the Winchesters had just finished speaking with. Trying to put on a professional air, he said, "Can you tell me what happened here?"
The guy raised an eyebrow, but sighed and began speaking anyways. "I think it's fairly obvious. Local kid went missing. This is his car."
Percy looked over it again. Whoever it was that had last been in that car, they were no longer alive.
Percy thanked the man and walked away, searching out Sam and sighing when he saw the black car pulling away, driving off to who knew where else.
Percy groaned and trundled over to Mrs. O'Leary, who was already waiting for him with an expectant look on her face.
"Whatever." He said. "Let's just get this over with."
.:~*~:.
Which was how Percy found himself watching in horror from the tree line, again, as Sam was getting his heart ripped out by a flickering lady who was convinced he was cheating.
Without a second thought, Percy ran towards the car Sam was trapped in, and uncapped Riptide. He smashed in the window, and did his best to stab whatever it was.
Eventually, he got in a lucky strike, and the lady burned up, screaming, and Sam's terrified face was staring into his.
'Uh…. Hi?" Percy tried. He sighed. Sam looked about one second away from pulling a gun on him, so Percy just used the Mist. Again.
After checking that Sam was okay, Percy ran back to the trees and Mrs. O'Leary took him home.
.:~*~:.
Percy collapsed on his bed, thoroughly tired and irritated from basically stalking Sam all day with nothing to show for it but am exhausted hellhound.
He shot up, however, when he heard a footstep in the room.
The first thing he saw was glowing yellow eyes.
He pulled out his sword and pointed out at the eyes, trying to go for menacing but probably coming across as more tired and distracted.
The figure laughed. "Percy Jackson. It is indeed an honor."
Typical monster monologue. "So you've heard of me, big deal. You here to kill me or something? Been there, done that."
The yellow eyes narrowed in annoyance. "Your tongue will get you killed, boy."
"I've been told that before, but I'm still here, so…" Percy shrugged. "Forgive me if I don't put faith in your words."
"Faith..." There was a laugh, and whatever it was with the yellow eyes came closer. "You don't have to believe me. But you're still going to die. You're a liability, both to Sam and to me."
Percy had no clue what Sam had to do with him being a liability.
"Right." He said. "Well, you're a monster, so, hello, evil plans, goodbye forever. The whole schtick. Can we just be done here?"
He pulled out Riptide and held it at the ready, prepared for the moment that the whatever-it-was would charge at him and his only warning would be the yellow eyes coming closer.
Then suddenly the lights clicked on and the yellow eyes vanished, to be replaced by an entirely ordinary looking man standing across the room from him.
He blinked, partially because he was surprised but mostly because the lights were bright and his eyes hadn't had time to adjust. That was all the cue the monster needed, because he lunged forward, apparently attempting to gouge Percy's eyes out.
Percy flung the water bottle he's found in Sam's stuff at the monster, and watched, surprised, when it started steaming where it made contact with his skin, causing it agony.
Percy didn't hesitate, slashing with Riptide and cutting the monster's hand off.
The hand landed on the carpet, and the skeleton lit up from the inside with a creepy orange light, kind of like when a very powerful flashlight is shone through skin.
The monster hissed. "Got some nice enchantments on that blade there, don't you."
Percy kept fighting it, doing his best to push it into the floor and stab it. For some reason, the hand hadn't turned to dust yet. Percy figured maybe it was the monster's power holding it still together.
He knocked it down, and it was lying flat on its back with his hands in surrender. It didn't look particularly scared, though, just humoring him.
Percy pointed his sword at it, ready to deal a finishing blow.
And then it spoke one sentence, and Percy stopped.
.:~*~:.
Sam flopped on his bed tiredly. He hadn't really intended to go on any more hunts, and he promised himself that was gonna be the last one. He was going to be Mr. Normal from now on, living the apple-pie life and all that.
He took a couple deep breaths to try and relax, before he realized he hadn't seen Percy once since he'd gotten in their apartment. It was possible that Percy had gone on a snack run, but it wasn't exactly like him. Well, the snacks were, but he'd usually find a way to notify Sam first.
Sam sat up quickly, prepared to jump out of the bed and look for Percy, when he felt a drop land on his shoulder.
Slightly disgusted, he looked over, and saw a crimson dot staining his shoulder.
He looked up slowly, and before his eyes got to the ceiling, he felt two more drops hit him.
Then he saw it. Percy was stuck to the ceiling, face pale like he'd been drained of blood. There was a big gash through his stomach, and blood was staining his favorite shirt, the one Sam had always asked about but never gotten any answers on.
As Sam watched, the entire ceiling burst into flames, destroying everything it could reach.
Percy was gone.