A/N: Holy flying WHY DID IT TAKE THIS LONG TO WRITE? My mental schedule has it ready about three weeks ago. To top it off, this chapter is shorter than usual. It's not how I wanted it to go, at all. I guess writers block struck. Anyways, the next chapter will be better, I promise.
Carry on!

The kid seemed to completely miss what the girl was implying.

"Yeah, I guess." He said, shrugging. "So?"

The blondie -Annabeth- gave him a look, and said, "Nico. The Winchesters."

Something must have clicked, then, because Nico's eyes widened. He glanced back at the two of them, and back at Annabeth.

"You don't mean..." He trailed off, then grabbed his hair, frustrated. "I should have just left them alone!"

"It's okay, Nico." Annabeth said. "We couldn't have known they'd be here. They are a bit of a flight risk."

"You're telling me." Nico muttered.

He turned back to Sam and Dean. "Can we just forget this ever happened?" He said. Then, to Annabeth, "Can we Mist them?"

Annabeth laughed. "It's a bit late for that." A young teen ran past in the background, behind Annabeth. Somebody yelled, "Harley! Put down the blowtorch! Stop fighting the Ares kids!"

And honestly, the more the two of them talked, the more intrigued Sam was. What the heck was going on here?

Nico sighed. "Then what? They're mortals."

Annabeth grinned mischievously. "What do you say we reintroduce the son of the sea god to them?"

"As long as you're not talking about Tyson. That'd be a disaster."

Annabeth laughed, and shook her head. "Anyways, that's not why I called. It's about the Hunters." She glanced at the Winchesters, standing behind Nico. "Ah, of Artemis."

"What?" Nico asked.

Annabeth's mood changed almost immediately, going from happy and playful to somber. "They're..." She glanced again at the Winchesters. "They're dying. They aren't being killed, either. They're just... Dead. So far it's been one a night, but Chiron fears it may get worse."

"No." Nico said. "No, that's not... That's not possible. I haven't felt anything!"

"There is a possiblity..." Annabeth started, seeming hesitant. "Nico, there's a possiblity that you can't feel it because they're not going to your father's domain." She waved at the Winchesters behind him. "There are other pantheons."

"Well then, what do you want me to do about it? I don't have any jurisdiction here."

"Technically, you have all jurisdiction. Rachel said this would happen. The stories shall merge, remember? It's just... Nobody expected this would be happening now." Annabeth said.

"So then we really only have one option." Nico said.

Annabeth nodded, and Nico swiped a hand through the rainbow. The image dissipated, and Nico slouched into the chair. "This is gonna be a party." He muttered.

"Okay, I wanna know what the hell is going on here." Bobby spoke up.

Nico sighed. "The stories shall merge," he muttered. Then his eyes widened. "Oh, shit. You guys are the Christians, aren't you?"

Dean looked affronted, and Sam agreed with the sentiment.

"Why are you judging religions all of a sudden?" Sam asked, irritated.

Nico rolled his eyes. "No, idiota. It's not about the religions. It's about the monsters. Angels, demons, the twisted humans who aren't human anymore. Mostly the angels. Who, I'm sure, wouldn't be too pleased with pagans."

Oh. So Nico must have been a pagan, then. Greek? That would explain the, well, Greek he'd been using at the beginning.

"Okay, still." Dean cut in. "What's with the stories merging shit?"

"It's a prophecy." Nico answered. "A big one, too. We haven't had one like that in-well, not actually that long, only eight years, but still. The penultimate Great Prophecy destroyed Manhatten, and the one the came after that merged Greek and Roman camps. Not pretty."

So Sam had been right about the Greek. But wait... "Camps?"

"I've said too much." Nico said. "Listen, I'm gonna send another camper here to watch over you guys. Um, he might not love it, but I can't stay, so... Yeah. Someone's gotta make sure you don't make the situation worse. Not anything personal, it's just...Something's going on here. Bye."

With that, he seemed to melt into shadow, before disappearing. Sam stared at the spot he'd just been occupying, but he didn't reappear. He was just... Gone.

Dean sat in his chair.

Sam sighed and looked at Bobby. "What was all that? He just showed up, and then, disappeared."

"Heck if I know." Bobby answered. "The way he went on, ramblin' about prophecies and pantheons and whatnot, if say he's mad."

"He did get rid of the Witnesses though." Sam pointed out.

"I don't know what to tell you." Bobby answered. "Could be anything. Maybe he's just... Touched."

"You're ignoring the whole part with Annabeth, though."

"Sam, he was talking to thin air. The fact that he called part of my wall Annabeth doesn't exactly provide a good counterpoint."

Sam felt stunned. "No... He was talking to somebody! She was blonde."

Bobby squinted at him.

"You sure, Sam?"

Sam decided to let it go for now. "You know what, it doesn't matter. He mentioned he was gonna be sending someone to watch us. So we don't make things worse? I don't get it."

"Probably wants to make sure we don't kill any of his buddies." Dean muttered. "Why else?"

Bobby was about to say something, looked like, but he was interrupted by a knock on the door.

It sounded like someone was kicking the door, actually, like a petulant child who didn't want to go to his aunt's.

After a moment, it stopped, and didn't start up again. There was a strange banging noise, and something shattered.

Bobby picked up a gun.

Then a black and orange blur vaulted itself down the stairs, and a guy about Sam's age stood in front of them, wearing a black jeans and a hoodie that read "Camp Half-Blood."

It looked eerily familiar to Sam.

The guy laughed under their stares, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, sorry about that. Door was locked, so I found a different way in."

His eyes kept shifting between Bobby and Dean, but he didn't look at Sam. Not once.

Bobby still didn't put down the gun.

"Right. I'm, uh, well, you can call me Chase. And, YES, I know it sounds like a snobby prep-schooler, but," he stuck his nose up. "Deal with it."

So he had a sense of humor.

Bobby glared at him. "You broke any windows? You're fixing them."

"Right." Chase said. "Um... I dunno how to fix a window. So I'm just gonna get this out there now, I don't think the results will be pretty."

He still wasn't looking at Sam.

Nobody said anything for several moments, and the atmosphere was starting to get awkward. Sam was about to speak, when Chase clapped his hands together.

"I gotta go do a thing, I'll be right back." He pointed his thumb at the cars. "Don't die." He slipped out of the house as fast and as suddenly as he'd come in, before any of them could stop him.

Sam waited a moment, then sighed. "I'll go get him."

He followed the direction Chase had gone, but didn't get far before he heard yelling.