NOTE:

•I do not own the Percy Jackson & the Olympians book series. It belongs to Rick Riordan

•I do not own the Harry Potter book series. It belongs to J.K. Rowling

•I do not own the WB TV series, Supernatural. It belongs to Eric Kripke

Speaking:

"Regular Speech/SHOUTING!"

"Monster & Demon Speech/SHOUTING!"

"Enochian (Angel) Speech"

'Thinking' *but can also be a word emphasized, with the little [ ' ' ] representing air quotes*

Flashbacks & Dreams

Telepathic link

§Parseltongue§ (Snake and Dragon Speech)


Putting on a blank face to hide her emotions Rosemary, for that was the name she was used to, told the goblin, Riptooth, that she'd like a moment with her account manager Griphook. She decided to make him her official account manager for all her affairs not just things related to the Potter family.

Griphook was shocked that she'd appointed him such a task. With a reassuring nod and kind smile from Rose saw him school his features and getting down to business.

He was not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. With all that Miss Potter owned she was literally the richest living witch in the UK. Being promoted as her bank manager for not only the Potter vaults but the rest of her birthright as well as by right of conquest was a promotion that put him in a position of power just under the Head of the bank. And the respect and pay raise!

"I would like to fill out the emancipation papers before we proceed further if that's alright?" Rosemary said in monotone. She wanted to hurry this meeting along so she could have a moment to process all that she'd just discovered about herself. Sam and Dean, who were stood behind Rose, exchanged worried glances at her change in demeanor.

Before anything could be done Rose had to put on and be accepted by all the family rings she was entitled to. First was the Potter ring, a small gold band engraved with a human skull in the center and deer antlers above it. Along both sides were bones and hoof prints. It accepted her before she even finished sliding it down her finger. Next was the Black family ring for the Lady of the house. A simple thing of onyx, amethyst and black diamonds. The ring pricked her finger and after absorbing her blood it emanated a soft white glow before resizing to fit her delicate right ring finger, same finger as the Potter ring. Soon she had the Peverell ring, the Slytherin ring, the Ravenclaw ring and the Gryffindor ring all on her right ring finger. They all eventually combined before disappearing from the physical plan of existence. She could will the rings to re appear should the need arise though.

Because all six family rings accepted her as rightful Lady of all Houses, except Black since the Lord of the family was still alive, getting emancipated was simple. All she needed to do was sign her name on the legal documents using a blood quill and magic acknowledged her as an adult.

"Now that I'm a legal adult within the magical community I would like to discuss moving my assets around and put same or similar items into one vault each. That way one vault has money and precious stones, books, weapons, potion ingredients and all that, making it easier to locate items I want to use at any given time." The last thing she wanted to do was spend hours at a time looking for something simple every time she came to visit one of her many vaults.

Anything super dark and evil related be they cursed blades, books, or other such objects were destroyed with her own personal magic. No one should have access to such horrible things. Not even the goblins. Anything that could taint the soul simply for reading a single passage shouldn't exist in the world. They did not need another Tom Riddle, or Grindelwald. Besides she knew just about every bit of dark magic and their counter-curses, of this world, thanks to her wonderful tutors during her training.

Rose proceeded to create a brand new vault that was extremely large and upon walking inside it looked like a grand library. All the books, scrolls, notes, and family Grimoire's from every vault she owned, including the ones she received by right of conquest were placed along the shelving in categories, like what was fictional, theory, or what was factual and then it was all alphabetized by author. Everything that came from a specific family, family magics, were placed in their own section, with the Potter family tomes being placed dead center upon entering the vault. She even made a magical copy of her personal hunters diary to add to her library of tomes. Rose also added books on Greek mythology and books given to her by Bobby or books she had already copied from his library on all kinds of supernatural lore from different countries. Those she placed in a section labeled Hunter's Guide to the Supernatural.

Of course she would eventually take all of them with her whenever she settled down in a more permanent location. But for now, while she was on the road she really didn't have need of an entire vault of books only ones pertaining to monsters they frequently hunted and whatever she'd need for schooling.

She even went as far as to place a drop of blood on each vault door for the one's she owned but left the ones won over alone. Now only she could access those vaults. Not even a cousin could access them or a sibling if her parents had lived long enough to give her one. It was due to the simple fact that her blood held her magical signature, her divine heritage, and unique DNA signature.

She decided to combine the total amount of currency from the vaults she inherited by right of conquest, and split the total amount in half. One half to keep for herself and with the remainder divided it up among the families that had children. She wasn't that heartless. Any valuables such as wands, books, weapons, and other odds and ends she decided to keep, unless it was something like family jewelry that got passed down and of course the heir rings. Those would remain with the families.

She even placed divorce papers and emancipation papers in a secure vault that could only be accessed by Narcissa Malfoy nee Black and her son Draco so they could get away from Lucius if they wanted. Though Draco would only be allowed to fill the emancipation paperwork on his 15th birthday. If he was accepted as a legal adult then his father wouldn't be able to do anything against him nor his mother.

She put away a small fortune for them so they wouldn't be left with nothing, one of the Black family properties and a copy of the magical family tapestry so they still had an idea of who was still in the family. They'd be pleasantly surprised to find out she was alive and well though she made it so that anyone that knew of her being alive were NEVER allowed to mention it to anyone on purpose or accidentally. She was nothing if not cautious.

She left a letter addressed to both Narcissa and her son explaining a bit about her life, all that she'd been through and that despite all the cruel things dealt to her that lead to her being orphaned she still loved them and hoped that one day they could officially meet. And she even mentioned within the letter to contact Andromeda so that Narcissa could reconnect with at least the sister that wasn't a psycho. To her, family was everything and she hoped to return the Black family to it's former glory.

She'd made sure to keep tabs on magical Britain especially in regards to people Thanatos said she was related to at least.

She took out a good sized amount of galleons to do some last minute shopping with, some extra reading material that might come in handy while at camp and while at Aurora Australis. She also took out all three phoenix eggs, the shadow phoenix egg, the albino basilisk egg, and the thestral egg. Though she left the stasis charms on all of them so they didn't randomly hatch.

Rose also took all of the basilisk hide from the Slytherin vault. She wanted it used to make skin tight body armor for not only herself but her brothers as well. It would definitely come in handy while the brothers were on a hunt. Plus she secretly liked the idea of them being a family unit of vigilantes since hunting was underground work with no pay nor recognition. The opposite of heroes on payroll.

"Are any of the weapons magically protected?" She had already removed the darker weapons but that didn't mean that other weapons left over weren't protected against thievery or something.

"No there are only four with enchantments on them that protect them against being used by anyone other than family. The rest are mostly for decorative purposes with a few thrown in with magical enhancers, or just basic weaponry. " Griphook told her.

"Wonderful. I'd like to take out any enchanted blades, including the Sword of Gryffindor, and all throwing knives. Oh and if there are any bows and arrows I'll take that too." Rose began as they all made their way to other vaults. Sam nad Dean were in awe at everything she now owned that they got to see first hand.

"The rest of the weapons can stay in the vault that I want converted into the main armory." She loved her weapons and it would help to practice new and old fighting stances using unfamiliar weapons until she became more comfortable with their weight and length in battle, mastering them completely. It also didn't hurt that both Sam and Dean wanted to experiment with weapons made by magical means to see how they varied from their more mundane counterparts as well as supernatural counterparts.

Clothes, jewelry and furniture were moved into a vault together. That vault was so big that using the tables, chairs, couches, throw rungs, shelves, and wardrobes she basically had a bunch of mini sitting areas and walk-in closets and proper jewelry cases with all of it on display. She even placed all the family portraits along the walls of the vault and re animated them so they could all commune with one another as well as talk to her whenever she visited the vault looking for furniture she could reuse or clothing and jewelry she decided she wanted. If they had second portrait so to speak, she placed them in the vault f random things.

The last vault had magical items, spare candles, potion ingredients, mini alters, amulets with different enchantments on them, crystals and stones that can be used in spells or rituals, ward stones, what looked like the flying carpet from that one Disney movie, solid gold statues, wands, and other knickknacks and random bobbles. All of it was categorized and placed on shelves and the few tables put into this vault to hold these random things.


"Well that was an eye opener." Rosemary said to Sam and Dean as they made their way out of Gringotts. Though Sam, being the more nurturing of the two brothers and more in tune with his and other peoples emotions heard the quiver in his baby sister's voice.

He walked closer to her and picked her up, "Hey don't let it get to you. We love you so much no matter what." Sam began, looking right into her too green eyes. "To us you'll always be little Rosie Winchester okay?" He said, just before kissing her forehead.

"Yeah Shorty. I'm sure your mother has a reason for why she's yet to show her face to you but you can bet your ass your big brothers will be there to confront her along with you when the time comes. Consequences be damned." And it was so weird for Dean to acknowledge that gods and demigods existed and that his beautiful baby sister was a daughter of Artemis. A virgin goddess no less.

"Though I am wondering how you're her child when she, along with Hestia and in a weird messed up way Athena, swore to remain virgins." Dean added as an afterthought. The slight against Athena was for the simple fact that she has literal brain children just to bypass her own vow.

"That can be something to ask when we come face to face with the Lady Artemis. For now lets just help Rose get all of her last minute trinkets before it gets too late.." They were going to head to a clothing store so Rose could purchase a few accessories. She felt like splurging a bit.

"We need to get back to the motel soon anyways because Magnus, Zero and Holiday are probably worried. The pups are soul bonded to Rose and she's been stressed. Her magic has probably been sending mixed and confusing signals to the hounds. No doubt Magnus has picked up on their unease." Sam finished.


They ended up taking the basilisk hide to a sketchy shop in Vertic Alley that made skin tight yet flexible under-armor out of the skins for them. One was magically dyed burgundy and grey with navy blue hand guards, arm guards and a navy blue infinity symbol over the heart. It was made for a gigantor moose, so yup, you guessed it. It was Sam's new armor. The next finished basilisk armor was black with white finishings and silver hand and arm guards with a navy blue infinity symbol also over the heart for Dean. The final suit of basilisk hide was smaller and feminine in shape. It was charcoal grey with gold fastenings, and along the sides and under the arm was a strip of what looked like the galaxy painted on, enchanted to move and twinkle like the cosmos. There too was a navy blue infinity symbol over the heart.

It was something out of a comic and of course Dean just had to comment on it. "What the hell, these are tights! I swear if I look like some pansy ass redneck i'm gonna shoot someone." Before it could escalate Sam apologized to the seamstress for his brothers mouth.

Since there was still a ton of hide left over Rosemary drew a few sketches on a drawing sheet and showed it to the seamstress who immediately got to work on making biker styled finger-less gloves, biker styled boots in different styles, high heeled knee-length boots, shin guards, helmets, biker jackets, face masks for the lower half of the face with built in bubble head charms, three pairs of face masks that only covered around the eyes, and even a fancy cocktail dress. Everything was then dyed in darker colors such as black, and charcoal grey.

The only thing in a different color was the cocktail dress which was designed to elegantly show off the basilisks very own scales in shimmery shades of forest green, kelly green, dark teal, silver, royal purple, metallic green, and black. The dress was long in length, had a plunging v-shaped neckline and a slit on the left side.

It was all very expensive but so worth it. The little bit of hide left over was placed in the trunk alongside the finished clothing and armor.


The following day was spent helping Rose pack her things before they made the trip to Long Island Sound to drop her off at the camp for demigods of Greek descent.

Rose made sure the weapons she had acquired over the years, plus the ones she recently obtained from her vaults were stashed in a secure location within her personal magical trunk that was password protected in Parseltongue, Ancient Greek and Spanish. It was also laced with a magical signature scanner. She didn't want any unauthorized persons to gain access to the merchandise. After all someone under the effects of a pollyjuice potion could mimic the appearance, voice and in some cases even the blood of the person they were pretending to be but the potion could never mimic someone else's magical signature.

All of her clothes were cleaned and neatly put away in the closet of her trunk, except her four sets of the school uniform which went into the dragonhide school trunk of course.

Her phoenix eggs, thestral egg, and basilisk egg were placed in separate terrarium's with their preservation charms still intact. She planned to hatch them while at Camp, and then she was going to smuggle them into school all the while leaving them in her trunk. She'd jut have to go about making mini environments for them and remember to feed and spend time with them in between her, no doubt, busy schedule.

Sam left to get something to eat and also grab some snacks for the road while Dean started packing his own things.

While that was happening Rose dressed herself in black leather skinny jeans, dark gray dragon-hide boots, a dark emerald green tank top, a black leather jacket, a white and black choker, black diamond stud earrings, and to complete the look her school trunk and personal trunk were shrunken and transfigured into little charms that she added to her charm bracelet that she kept on her left wrist.

Her short platinum hair was left wild and curly but it was soft and shiny, and without frizz or tangles. Strawberry lip gloss completed the look. Her wand was placed on her right forearm where her body absorbed it leaving behind a fancy tattoo of swirls and magical runes. Her Stygian iron blades given to her by Thanatos were placed on both her biceps where they too were absorbed and took the form of twin weapon tats, allowing her easy access to them if she needed to defend herself or an innocent.

Making sure she had her new phone in the pocket of her jacket she whistled for Holiday and Zero to get off of the motel bed and over to her so she could attach their leashes and take em' for a walk before the drive.


It was when Dean was finished packing and had just entered the bathroom to shower that Rose felt like getting some fresh air. Sam still wasn't back yet and Magnus was with Sam. Sam would sure Magnus was fed before they got back. And wasn't that a surprise that they hit it off so well after the first week of knowing one another.

Magnus usually couldn't tolerate other humans. He reluctantly put up with Daniel and Eileen because they were Rosemary's adoptive parents and he loved Rose so he endured. He did enjoy the company of the pups despite their more rowdy behavior though, because they were soul linked to Rose. He could not, however, stand Dean for some reason. Could have been because Dean had called Magnus a, "worm the color of snot", once and despite her serpent friend not knowing what a snot was could still pick up on being insulted.


The two hybrid hellhounds were on high alert the moment they got about two miles away from the motel room. They sensed three monsters. Rose could sense them too. Looking over to what appeared to be a couple and their rather large family dog, she detected a shimmering glitch in the Mist. 'It was a disguise!' She thought in a bit of a panic.

Using her magic to reveal their true form to her she watched as the male turned into a 6'9 Cyclops while the female morphed into a two headed baby drakon (still over 50 years old, and over 8ft. tall, but a baby compared to drakons of legend). And lastly, the very large dog revealed itself to be Orthrus.

Like what the hell was Orthrus even doing outside of The Underworld?

"Shit, shit, shit. This is not good." Rose panicked. She could just shadow travel back to the motel but she didn't want to leave monsters running free to hurt innocents either. Damn hunter instincts.

She couldn't even defend herself properly because a lot of her magic was still pretty flashy and it was still morning. At least if it had been nighttime she would have had more cover. The last thing she needed was to cast magic in front of mundanes and not have enough magical power left after the fact to erase their memories. The mist was picky about what it actually covered up, it's why there have always been a group of mages in all magical communities tasked with keeping the Statue of Secrecy. It could wind up looking like she used dark magic against human civilians to both the mundanes and hit wizards since the mist would gladly disguise the obvious monsters but wouldn't properly disguise demigods, or magical people. It'd be the Salem Witch Trials all over again. Like what the actual fuck. She really needed to learn to control the Mist as picky as it was. It could only come in handy in the long run.

Sending a quick text to both Sam and Dean, Rose ran like hell, looking for an out of the way street or abandoned building where not too many people would notice the inevitable fight. The last thing she wanted to do was draw attention to herself in a small town. And after getting Sam and Dean off the FBI's most wanted list she really did not want to put them back on their radar.


*Ping*

Stepping out of the shower clad in a towel Dean made his way over to his side of the motel room where he'd left his duffel bag and cell phone given to him by Thanatos. Picking it up he let out a slew of curses when he saw that Rose sent him an "SOS GM 3x". That meant she was being attacked by Greek monsters, three to be exact, and needed backup.

They had made a quick list of SOS messages to get the point across fast in the midst of battle or another stressful situation where time was of the essence, without someone knowing what it was they were discussing.

"SOS" meant trouble with a small town sheriff, park ranger, mall cop, campus security or some other type of basic security figure and they needed quick bailing.

"SOS - C, FBI, M, PI" meant trouble with state cops, the federal government, military, and or private investigators. This required more planning and thinking of all possible outcomes in case they got labeled as crazy cult killers or something equally wild and the evidence against them was strong.

"SOS GM" meant shit was going down involving Greek monsters and backup was definitely needed.

"SOS Super" was code for trouble with the supernatural such as vampires, werewolves, demon witches, shapeshifters, Satanists, and other, mostly humanoid, creatures that ate humans, hurt and tortured them for fun, or worse went after children.

"SOS MAJOR - P, D" was code for serious trouble with divine beings of different pantheons, or low-level to really powerful demon activity. The P represented pagan and the D, demons.

"Shit!" Quickly throwing on clean boxers, jeans, boots and a t-shirt Dean rushed to the Impala and tracked Rosemary's phone using the GPS feature linked to her contact info. Trust Thanatos to think of everything when he designed these phones for them. Hecate's magical ability also helped and Dean was happy that he didn't have to go on a wild goose chase. There was no time to try and find Sam, chances were Rose sent him the same message so he'd eventually show up. Sam was a fast runner and the little store he was in was closer to where Rose was.


With Sam...

Standing in the pick-up line at some no name diner waiting for the food he'd ordered had Sam tapping his finger impatiently. He'd already been waiting for over a half hour and he was getting annoyed. He was really hungry and hadn't had his morning coffee yet.

*Ping*

Checking his phone Sam immediately ran for the door of the diner ignoring the lady at the counter shouting at him that his order was ready. Figures.

His baby sister was in danger and he was ten minutes away and on foot. He really wished he had a car right about now. Clicking the map feature on his cell, he quickly turned the GPS locator on with both Dean and Rose's numbers.

Quickly scanning the phone he saw that Dean was 5 minutes away from Rosemary's current location and that comforted him somewhat. Dean had the Impala so he'd make it to her in no time.

He placed Magnus on the ground and told him to follow. He didn't want to jostle the snake too much while he ran. Magnus despite being a mundane species of snake had formed a tiny bond with Rosie and had absorbed some of her nature magic allowing him to find her easier if they were separated and also allowed him to keep pace with Sam.

Willing his legs to go faster, adrenaline quickly kicking in full force, Sam raced to save the little girl who'd become a sister to him. He just hoped he'd make it in time to help.


Rose found what appeared to be some old abandoned clinic at the end of the street she'd lured the monsters to, and made a mad dash inside; Holiday and Zero hot on her heels.

Using her telepathic link with the hounds she ordered them to wait behind the door to what appeared to be an old patient room and wait for her signal to attack.

"Come out puny half-blood. I can smell you!" The Cyclops shouted from the hallway. He was about two doors down from the room she was hiding in. The drakon was stomping its way through walls and rooms hissing and breathing fire, destroying everything in its path. Orthrus's two heads were growling and barking, drool dripping from its' mouths as he sniffed out his prey.

The trio of monsters finally ended up at the entrance to the room Rose was in. They knew she was in there. They could smell her and her two familiars. "Found you." The Cyclops was ugly. Like uglier then normal. Its skin was a burnt orange color, it had jagged and slightly crooked piss yellow teeth, greasy hair, and it reeked of old gym sweats and rotten flesh. It was very tall and quite stocky suggesting it ate very well. There were strange black lines running up and down its arms and over its left eye. In its right hand was a large club and around its neck was a thick black cord with teeth dangling off it like charms on a bracelet. Each tooth represented an individual victim the Cyclops had eaten in its long life. There was a loooooooottttttt of teeth. Not all of which even looked human.

Orthrus was as fearsome as the books depicted. Though Orthrus was one head short, and wasn't as large as his brother Cerberus he was nothing to sniff at either. With two heads, glowing red eyes, and bigger in size than two fully grown male horses combined in both width and height. It made for a scary sight. Not to mention the open mouths revealing two sets of razor-sharp teeth that could easily cut thru concrete.

Go for the jugular 3, 2, NOW!

With that Holiday and Zero leapt at the Greek mutt from behind the door one pup going for the left head, the other the right. They sunk their fangs into the jugulars of Orthrus and let some of their demonic energy sink into the bite as well. They weren't as big as the two headed hellhound of Greek myth and Rose worried for them. It was difficult for them to hold on to their prey while the much larger hellhound stomped around, flailing its heads frantically, trying to dislodge Rose's familiars as far away from it as possible. Holiday and Zero were absorbing some of the essence of Orthrus and gaining experience but the ancient hound wouldn't go down without a fight.

While the canines pounced at one another Rose sent a bolt of lightning magic mixed with death magic at the Cyclops aiming for its lone eye. The Cyclops wasn't easily taken out being thousands of years old and easily avoided the attack.

'C'mon Rose kill this fugly bastard already. You still have an 8ft tall drakon to decimate'

She really wished she'd been wearing her new armor for this but alas it was still inside her trunk She'd have to remember to give Sam and Dean theirs before camp so they'd have it while she was away.

Willing her twin daggers to leave her body she immediately used them to slash at the one eyed jerks giant legs.

"Guhh- Why you insolent brat. I'LL KILL YA TILL YOU'RE DEAD!" The Cyclops lifted its arm, holding the club high over its head before swinging down striking the spot Rose was standing.

Dodging at the last second Rose retaliated by throwing old medical equipment using her magic as a distraction so she could power up her next attack. She ran to the back of the room they were in, ran up the wall and kicked off, flipping mid jump and landing on the shoulders of the cyclops, stabbing it on the sides of its neck with her stygian iron blades. Some of the Cyclops essence was draining away into the daggers themselves and she watched in satisfaction as some gold sand-like ichor started pouring out of its' neck wounds.

Quickly summoning her nature magic she used a spell she'd created to summon a plant that was a cross between a bush and a small tree. It also had vines with poisonous thorns attached to it which she made grow, and wrap around the Cyclops's legs, torso, and face. She willed the plant to squeeze the Cyclops and smirked in satisfaction when she heard it cry out in pain.

Rose was about to stab the one eyed monster with both blades aimed at vital points on its neck to finish it off but became distracted when she heard Holiday whimper and smelled his blood.

And that was all it took for her hold over the Cyclops to vanish allowing the giant to throw her off his shoulders and smack her tiny body into a wall. Slightly dazed Rose tried sitting up and sucked in a sharp breath which she instantly regretted when she felt a stabbing and burning pain. 'Definitely a punctured lung and at least two fractured ribs' she thought. She was sore all over. Blood as dripping from her head, nose, mouth, and left leg. Her back was throbbing unpleasantly. Small cuts littered most of her exposed skin and she was developing a bruise on her right cheek.

"Now I've got you right where I want ya, stupid half-blood. You'll make a nice addition to my trophy collection." The fugly Cyclops said gesturing to its' necklace that had the teeth of all his previous victims. Rose looked more closely at the necklace and noticed, human, animal, and monster teeth. Apparently this asshole ate anything. Just great.

She could hear the drakon destroying more of the abandoned building. It was finally making its way to her location. The smell of sulfur and smoke became stronger the closer it got. This place would fucking collapse on her head if she didn't hurry it up.

Rose wanted to throw up. She was going to die and she couldn't even protect her familiars. Zero was trying to stay alert and protect himself and also Holiday's limp form from Orthrus's advances but Rosemary could see it was getting more and more difficult for him. She felt pathetic.

Willing her magic to do her bidding she summoned her blades to her at the same time summoning the Elder Wand into her hand from its spot inside her forearm. She cast a silent bombarda at the two headed hellhound satisfied it hit its mark by the loud whimper that followed, and with her last bit of depleted magical reserves sent the twin daggers flying at high speeds towards the Cyclops with the funny markings. One dagger aimed at its lone eye, the other right for its heart.

'Please let them hit their mark' Were her last thoughts before darkness consumed her vision.


"Rose!" Dean shouted upon seeing his baby sister sprawled out on the floor by the wall. There was so much blood near her head and back. The eldest Winchester didn't want to even think about what that could mean. Gun drawn, Dean fired too bullets at the very big drakon that turned its attention on him and his unconscious sister. At least what ever other monster's had been there were already dealt with.

"ROAR!"

Looking up Dean realized he couldn't reach the two fallen stygian iron blades, he knew belonged to Rose, which were able to suck out the very essence/existence of Greek and Roman monsters. Without using them those bastards would reform later on and go after Rose with a vengeance. He needed to make sure they stayed dead for good. He didn't want blood on his hands especially not the blood of someone he considered family. It was hard growing up without his mother, Mary, after the fire, then losing his father, John Winchester, whom made a deal with the very same demon responsible for killing his mother, all to save him from dying. Then worst of all was when Sammy had died and he'd made a deal to save him because the thought of losing his baby brother was unfathomable. He saw Sam as his, his son, his baby brother, his to love and protect. And he'd recently come to see Rosemary as a baby sister. Dean only had about 6-ish months left to live but he'd make every second count. Rosemary would live because Dean Winchester didn't fuck around when it came to his family.

'Okay Dean think. This bastard is powerful but it's slow. The moment it turns both its heads to the right make a mad dash towards the left to the demigod blades.' Doing as he lectured himself, Dean made a mad dash to the stygian blades that were close to Rosemary's pups, noting the blood surrounding Holiday and taking in Zero's hunched but protective stance over his fallen comrades body. He was growling ferociously at the drakon, trying to intimidate it by releasing his strong magical, and demonic aura in a form of killing intent. The Drakon took no notice of it, too preoccupied with getting to Rosemary's limp body. The smell of ichor and magical blood put the twin headed drakon into a sort of trance.

The moment Dean found an opening he grabbed the blades and slashed at one of the drakons claws, eliciting a terrible hiss from the winged serpent.

§Puny mortal! This Kro shall kill you, your nasty fury beasts and then take pleasure in eating the powerful half blood.§ Kro hissed in glee, small tufts of fire coming out of both heads.

Though all Dean heard was a guttural roaring with hissing undertones.

"Shit. Rose! Come on baby girl wake up!"

The drakon flapped its wings viciously making a powerful wind sweep over the room, knocking Dean on his back. Opening its mouths the large beast got ready to shoot fire at Dean hoping to burn him to a crisp when Sam burst through the door. He fired four copper rounds at the 8 foot tall drakon, and using his telekinesis made the stygian iron blades force their way clean through one of the beasts heads right into its brain, watching in satisfaction as the blade absorbed the very essence of the beast. Nothing was left behind once it had been absorbed.

Sam began to sway on his feet, blood trickling out of his nose, but pushed passed the feeling and helped Dean gather Rose and the hounds into the impala.


"Lay her head down gently!" Dean said sternly watching as Sam carried Rose's limp form over to the motel room's couch. He was carrying Holiday and had laid him down on the floor next to the couch at the same time Sam ordered, "Get me her bag Zero."

The white hellhound immediately grabbed Rose's satchel bag in his mouth and bounded over to Sam. Once the younger Winchester brother had his little sister's bag he scooped his hand in and dug around until he grabbed some vials. Reading them carefully he got to work feeding Rose a pain relief potion, a blood replenisher, and and a couple drops of nectar before putting some bruise balm on her arms and face. The tiny cuts she had he wiped clean with a few disinfecting wipes but otherwise left those to heal on their own. With that done he put the vials back into her bag except the empty ones. He left those on the coffee table.

While Sam went to wash up Dean remained near Rosemary, gently stroking her hair, tears pricking the corner of his eyes.

Before long Sam was back at her side near the couch staring at her with an anxious and worried expression. Willing her to wake up with his eyes.

They weren't sure what to give Holiday other than a blood replenisher because they weren't sure if the potions would even work on the hellhound, so after dressing his wounds they gave him some. Poor Zero looked pitiful looking between Holiday and the witch he was bonded to. Magnus was wrapped around Sam's waist hissing every few seconds in obvious worry.

Dean began pacing the room, muttering to himself. He felt terrible. He failed to save his little sis from the obvious pain she must be feeling and he decided he didn't want his little peanut to go to this camp where he couldn't protect her.

It was almost sundown by the time Rosemary began to sir. It was a good sign because the Winchesters for sure thought she'd be out for much longer, afrad she might go into a coma. The potions and nectar had clearly gone above and beyond to heal the injured witch.

"Wha, what happened?" She rasped, licking her dry lips, blinking away black spots in her vision.


"No! Absolutely not! I wont allow it. " Dean shouted angrily.

"Dean you can't just deny me my right to go. I need to go there and learn more about the workings of the other gods, get a feel for how things go over there and earn to protect myself. It would be nice to keep up with and harness my skills along with the hellhounds away from mundane eyes. I may even learn a few new moves. I couldn't protect myself back there and Holiday got hurt and I could have died!" Rosemary said, raising her voice a bit at the end in frustration.

The seven years in the time skip were good and all but she wasn't practice fighting all of the time. A lot of it was magic lessons, and written work, and cooking and brewing potions. What fighting she did learn and practice had been sword play from different regions of the world, so different styles, some archery though not much, and of course hand to hand combat but she honestly didn't have much in the way of practice when it came to the real deal as far as Greek monsters went. And that was mostly due to the fact that Thanatos and Hecate agreed that she'd need to go to camp anyway so why not just read up on her culture during her Time Warp training and get the practical training in once she made it to Camp Half Blood. A part of it was also because Hecate wanted to discover who her divine parent was (Rose hadn't said anything) and what better way than to send her to Camp and hope her parent decided to claim her.

"I ain't takin' you and that's final!" Dean snarled, nostrils flared. He was breathing heavily and his face was flushed red in anger. He was so not going to lose his baby sis. And sending her somewhere he couldn't go because he wasn't the same 'species' -for lack of better term- as her pissed him off. How was he supposed to better protect her and keep her safe if he couldn't go where she was? Couldn't see for himself just what kind of crazy went down in this camp for a race of beings who up until a month ago he didn't think even existed, outside of myth, despite all of the weird and insane things they'd encountered and hunted.

"Dios mio!" Rose shrieked, her Spanish coming in naturally as a result of her growing frustration and slight anger. The door of the motel room began to shake and then everything else in the room began rattling, some of it lifting off into the air. The TV in the other room blew up earning a startled cuss from Sam.

"You are being difficult Dean. I will leave whether you want me to or not. I'll find my own way there if I have to!" Rose shouted at him before storming out of the motel room. Partly to blow off some steam by walking off her negative emotions and also to clear her head and wonder at the sudden burst of what she assumed was accidental magic. She hadn't had an episode since she was really little and that had been the result of being frightened.

"Dammit!" Dean swore. Sam walked over to him giving him a disappointed frown. He didn't like the situation anymore than Dean did but he understood that his cute-as-a-button sister had to go to the place Thanatos and Hecate had warned them about. They probably sensed that the two mortals would grow so attached to her they'd not want to let her out of their sight for even a second. They were right obviously especially with what had occurred fresh on their minds, but still. Dean could be stubborn.


It had been three days since Dean and Sam had deemed her healthy enough to go to the bathroom on her own. It was incredibly frustrating and embarrassing. She wasn't some helpless baby. She was already behind schedule. She should have been at Camp Half Blood already. Her ribs still ached and her head sometimes pounded severely if she got up too fast, causing her to become slightly dizzy but other than that she was fine! Fighting hadn't helped either nor the sudden bone deep exhaustion she felt after her outburst of magic back there, but she needed to make a point to Sam and Dean and get Dean to see reason.

She would go whether she hitched a ride from some redneck trucker, took a taxi, or just shadow traveled to its location using the coordinates Hecate had left them on her birthday. She had already had to deal with three monsters at once all because they smelled her and it would only get worse. Hell Orthrus was still alive because she'd had to blast him to bits using magic to get him off of Holiday so who knows when he'd reform and come after her again. And the fact that he was amongst the group unnerved her because for sure only Hades, Hecate, and Thanatos and of course her mother, knew of her existence right? Like who else could have conveniently called Cerberus's brother to the surface? It was a strange yet specific grouping of monsters.

This camp was a safe place for demigods and it would help keep her out of trouble so shit like that didn't happen again. Her scent was strong because she was a magical, a legacy and a demigod. Stronger now that she knew exactly who her divine mother was. As she aged and became more of a threat, monsters from all over would be chomping at the bit ready to defeat her or eat her. Or both. Never mind vampires and other beasties of other sketchy origins who'd love to have a go at her.

And damn, Artemis of all goddesses. The man-hating hunter who's reputation with hunting down monsters, and turning unsavory men into jackalopes just so she could send her hunters after them to kill em, was unmatched. All creatures of the Underworld would hate her on sight simply for existing thanks to someone she'd never even met. Hell there were probably creatures under Zeus that'd be after her as well because Zeus was nothing if not a paranoid hypocrite. Ready to attack his own children, grandchildren and other family members in fear they'd be too strong and one day would overthrow him as ruler of Olympus. Ridiculous. Though she was hoping they wouldn't catch on until she was claimed, if she was claimed.

To top it off she was destined for god-hood sooner rather then later. Her scent drove the Greek monsters into a frenzy, even the supernatural creatures went wild if they smelled or sensed her. It was worse if she was on her period or had an open wound that was dripping a mix of red blood and gold ichor or actively using magic. They'd either want to mate with her, use her something dark, or simply eat her. Even the mundanes would get tongue tied and stupid. It was annoying!

Imagine the craziness if she'd been a daughter of Aphrodite. Eff that shiii


Summoning her satchel bag and checking that all of her go-to weapons were in the dimensional storage in her arms that looked like a wicked mix of Celtic knots, Nordic runes, and Ancient Greek symbol tattoos. Whistling for Holiday and Zero to follow her she made her way down the main road of the little town they were in. Magnus was in his terrarium inside her personal trunk taking a nap. He deserved it for he hadn't slept in those three days following the attack. He was worried for her and so she allowed him to rest after reassuring him she was fine. The hounds were a different matter. Holiday had healed up along side her and once she was able to use her magic again she'd healed him fully. Zero was grateful that both she and his pack mate were well again. They didn't like the idea of not being right next to her after what happened.

She was feeling smothered by both Sam and Dean but more so by the elder Winchester. She knew he meant well but she was getting anxious and annoyed. How dare he refuse to let her go to Camp Half Blood. It was her birthright. Same as her magic. Demigods were lucky if they made it to camp and lived to reach 12-16 years of age. Usually they were killed before they even knew or understood what they really were and then off they went to join the dead of the Underworld.

Deciding at the last second that she wanted to take as many ancient tomes with her to Camp for additional magical research she used her shadow traveling ability and ended up at Gringotts in London England. Reading always helped her calm down enough to think rationally before she blew up in someone's face only to regret it later. She didn't even bother speaking to any of the Goblins, shadowing inside the newly made vault that had become the grand library vault. The goblins for all their prowess in magical wards and what not could never hope to block divine forms of travel.

The hellhounds immediately went about the vault sniffing at random books that gave off different smells and magical outputs, unconsciously absorbing the majority of the magical energies inside the library alone. Rose grabbed all the books on wizarding politics in the UK, the books she'd purchased some months ago on the politics of both the mundane and wizarding world in America but never got around to reading, the furry book with big eyes that looked like it was watching her, and any books that had been taken from the Slytherin vault that talked about half failed or completely successful, original potion recipes using strange, rare, or unusual ingredients. She also took all books and journals written in parselscript that were full of dreams, ideas, and parselmagic that already worked. She hadn't really taken to practicing this talent and she wanted to be proficient in something that might come in handy down the line, against say a demon, monster, or rogue wizard that tried attacking her or her family.

Only two people, barring God, archangels, Hermes, Hecate, the Naga (creatures that were half human half serpent), and the Norse god Loki, knew how to speak or at least decipher the language of the snakes in this dimension (though Hermes didn't actually count because his snakes spoke Greek when they wanted to communicate with him), Tom and herself. Soon it'd just be her once she finished destroying his soul fragments. And honestly any advantages she had over her enemies was good enough for her. It would be foolish not to harness this ability she'd acquired by defeating that jerk who was afraid to die.

Despite not being blood related to Slytherin's line she wanted to learn all she could from him and his descendants who'd had the forethought to leave their belongings within the vault, or at least had their stuff sent to the bank after their deaths' to ensure their workings and assets didn't end up in the wrong hands, or worse lost forever.

She also grabbed centuries worth of notes from the Peverell line on gray, dark and death related magic. Could never be too careful and it would help her in understanding her heritage a bit more without having to harass Thanatos. He was a god with a tight schedule after all. She didn't want to draw attention to herself nor put her many greats grandfather in 'hot water' with the higher ups. Zeus could be a twat when it befitted him. The thought of what her grandfather Zeus might do in a fit of desperation frightened her a bit. What would he do once he realized something/someone like her existed? That Artemis appeared to have broken her own decree. It was obviously nothing good if history is to be believed.

'Hmmm, I should probably take with me those unicorn horns, tears, and hairs.' Rose thought. After all she was still working on Sam's cleansing potion to rid him of the darkness within his soul and blood. She shadowed to the vault that held potion ingredients, plants, seeds, and already finished potions and decided to take all of it. Un-shrinking her trunk from her charm bracelet she went about storing just about everything within this vault into her potion storage room within the potion lab itself. She might decide to go wild brewing potions and what not while at camp and also when she eventually went back to school.

Shadowing back to her brothers left her a bit drained, still not used to shadowing a great distance nor the added strain of cloaking her two familiars in the dark energy to send them with her. She really needed to teach them to shadow travel on their own and tap into the hellhound ability to read and follow soul signatures no matter where the person was hiding. It would be useful during a hunt and if she was ever taken hostage with her magic blocked, at least her familiars could still find her.

She'd also have to do something about Sam and Dean not being able to cross the barrier that surrounded camp. Hmm, she had an idea though she wasn't sure it would work. Only one way to find that out.

"Grandpa T!"


A/N: Rose destroyed the dark artifacts in the last chapter because she already knows most forms of 'good' magic, light magic, grey magic, white wiccan magic, random wizard magic (including metamorphic magic and cleaning spells), necromancy, runic magic (ancient runes), slight nature magic (water, fire, lightening) and of course magic over flowering plants (thanks to Lily). On top of that she knows how to defend herself against dark wizard magic, and black wiccan magic. The only thing she hasn't really had experience with are demon deal witches, and no, Hecate couldn't teach her how to defend herself against it because beings of other pantheons don't get involved in another pantheon's business. Usually. None of the dark artifacts (mostly things like cursed blades or stones) or books inside any of the vaults she acquired would have had knowledge on the mundane/Christian pantheon side of the supernatural/magic so it didn't matter. She also didn't want to be tempted to read or touch anything that was really dark anyways as that could have corrupted her pure soul. It could have also unleashed a curse on her (in HP canon books can be slightly cursed or have protections on them; ex: the monster book of monsters, or the book in the restricted section that had a face inside it, tom's diary, etc...) Not to mention if she left it alone there was a chance that down the line future legacy's of hers could get their hands on it and the dark curses and potions and what not could be really fucked up and harm her family. Even the books on blood magic could be used in dark and evil ways. She did save some useful blood magics that were helpful in finding lost relatives, inheritance tests, blood adoptions, and using blood in wards to either block a specific person from entering, or only allowing certain people inside a hidden/warded location or home.

Don't get me wrong she's not above killing anything or anyone that would try to harm an innocent (whether that innocent was an animal, magical person, animal or creature, a monster or a simple mundane; which that alone made her pure of heart) and especially her family, both blood related, adopted and honorary. She just didn't want her family or herself to be tempted or tricked into doing something so horrible that it couldn't simply be undone, cured or forgotten (erase the memory). So instead of being tempted and doing something stupid she willed her powerful magic and her death related demigod ability to destroy all that was cursed/harmful and or evil inside her vaults (which allowed the chalice that belonged to HH to be cleansed of Tom's foul soul without destroying the cup or its magical properties (like of course it had magical properties. Look at Slytherin's locket for instance it provided protection for the wearer and helped hone parselmagic since the locket had a semi sentient snake carved into it so if there wasn't a snake in the immediate vicinity it would be the next best choice to practice with; Rowena Ravenclaw's diadem granted the wearer knowledge and wisdom to those worthy of its use; and of course Godric's sword revealed itself to those who were loyal, pure of heart, chivalrous and full of courage or had the potential to be courageous and of course the Sorting Hat also belonged to the guy. So I find it strange that no one thought that perhaps Helga's golden chalice would be magical too).

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