So this is a new story, and I know it's not the DASPN crossover, but I promise I'm working on it. Slowly but surely. If you like Percy Jackson, great. If you like Supernatural, even better.

Percy has just recently turned 8 in the beginning of this story. Dean is 22, so a few years before the season one Pilot episode, which means Sam is 18. If my math is wrong, just let me blame it on the fact that in quarantine I haven't done much of basic math.

Summary: John always got upset with Sam when he brought in a new stray. Usually, that stray would be a dog, not a dirty eight year old with an attitude problem. And usually Dean wouldn't be the one begging to keep him.

Percy shuffled his feet in the empty hallways between periods. Who cares if he's late to math? Certainly not him. And certainly not Smelly Gabe.

The only thing Smelly Gabe would be concerned about, Percy thought with a snort, is how quickly Percy himself could get him a beer. He lifted the sleeve of his hoodie, inspecting the hand shaped bruise that was making its way onto his slim wrist. That was from the last time he took too long to process the drunk man's request.

Hearing footsteps, he quickly pushed the sleeve down to cover up the mark, just in time, as a man turned the corner and nearly bumped into him. The man was quite tall considering Percy's own short stature and his figure, though lean, was still more muscular than his own skinny one.

"Sorry, kid. I didn't see you there." Percy frowned, he was not a kid. Then he looked back up at the fairly big man and nodded a little.

"I'd say the same but you're three times my size." He quipped and immediately winced, thinking that he had just 'sassed' a teacher. If he got expelled again his mom would be disappointed and he would get stuck with Gabe again and if he got stuck with Gabe then he would get-

"What's your name, kid?" The man asked kindly, squatting down to be eye-level with the small-for-even-a-third-grader. Those sea-green eyes were starting to drift as he rubbed his wrist and shifted constantly. "And why are you wearing a jacket when it's 80 degrees out?"

Said sea-green eyes widened, "Percy, and I was told that hoodies made you look bigger than you actually were."

The man chuckled, "My name's Dean. And if I must say, you look like you weigh 60 pounds soaking wet with that hoodie on."

Percy scowled, and for the first time since the conversation started, he wasn't moving. In fact, he was looking behind Dean, confused horror making its way onto his face.

There was a little girl in the hallway, translucent. Her small body was covered in bruises with tattered clothing hanging from her skeleton-like frame and water dripping from her hair. She was looking straight into Percy's eyes, mouth moving with little sound coming out. She was shivering, fearful, and downright terrifying. Especially to a kid who could honestly say the scariest thing he's seen was Gabe coming at him with a beer bottle. And as terrifying as that experience was and to be honest it was pretty scary if he'd say so himself, this ghost was slowly shuffling her feet towards the pair in the hallway.

She waved her hand and Dean was suddenly halfway down the hall, skidding across the floor as some invisible force shoved him out of the way.

Her pace was still slow, but Percy quickly shook off his shock and started to run towards Dean. The older man was picking himself off the floor and attempting to make his way to the kid that somehow in the two minutes that they were talking managed to make his way into his heart.

Before Percy could get far, the girl appeared in front of him. And he knew he should be thinking about how much of a threat she was in this situation but he wasn't normal. He was a kid with ADHD and a love for blue food and all he could think about was how ugly she looked up close. He was sure she must've been pretty in another life, but-

He was shook out of his thoughts (stupid ADHD) when a cold hand gripped his wrist. The same wrist that had that nasty bruise. She squeezed hard. And then suddenly, moved her hand to his. Then she pushed his sleeve up, there being a red mark from her and a deep bruise from the big man at home that has been known to be called a rat bastard by his friends. Not that Percy's mom needed to know that he knew profanity as such. Just as she didn't need to know Gabe's and his so-called 'guy secret.'

Her other hand made its way to his face and the palm of her hand came up to rest on his cheek, her thumb brushing under his eye.

"Beautiful." The girl's echoing voice seemed to come from everywhere, and he was enthralled. He didn't hear Dean's panicked calls or the new set of footsteps that were quickly heading his way. Her face slowly morphed into a sad expression, such great pain should not be expressed on a face as young as hers. And even in the lack of beauty, her aura was full of pain yet also full of innocence. "You understand."

Percy couldn't even get a croak out of his throat, the feeling of awe being ripped away as he was grabbed by his waist, the movement causing the ghost's nails to leave a small scratch just below his eye.

He was lifted up high. And then higher. And higher. He was so high up that it was distracting him, seeing the world in this new sort of point of view. But he wasn't distracted enough to not notice the ghost girl staring at him as she burned and screamed.

Percy squeezed his eyes shut and turned his face into the shirt of the man that saved him.

The man, who was way taller than Dean (what?!) shushed him, "It's okay, don't worry. She's gone." His large hand was rubbing his back in soothing circles. His mom always told him not to talk to strangers, but after whatever he just experienced he decided that his mom would have to be okay with it just this once.

"Dean, you alright?" The gentle giant called out to the man that was rubbing his head and heading out of the bathroom.

"Yeah, Dad said he burned the body about fifteen minutes ago, so when you came I figured that there must be something in the bathroom." He had tried to snap Percy out of his trance, but he just got thrown into a wall for his troubles.

Percy peeked his head out from the tall dude's shirt when he heard the familiar baritone of Dean's voice. His breath left him in a rush, as did the mind-numbing terror as the comforting voice filled his ears.

He closed his eyes as he was slowly set down. "Is it bad that I'm not sure if I would've rather faced my math class than that?"

Sam huffed a breath of exasperated laughter as Dean ruffled Percy's hair, his black hair becoming messier than usual. "C'mon, we'll take you home."

Percy's eyes opened. It was Friday, meaning that his mom got off work early. She should be home, which meant that Gabe should be satisfied by whatever dip she was told (Anger rose up inside him as he thought about everything she did for him). He nodded at the two men that saved his life.

As they made their way to the Jackson (and Ugliano) household, Percy gnawed on his bottom lip in nervousness. He didn't know how his mom would react to him skipping the last two periods of school or how Smelly Gabe would react to the men escorting him home.

The drive was fairly short, only about 10 minutes away from the school.

"Bye." He said quickly as he got out of the (really cool) car.

"Wait, hold on a minute," Dean said as he got out of the car, motioning Sam to follow.

But Percy was already shaking his head before the sentence was out of the man's mouth. "No. Nononono. It's okay. You can watch me walk to the apartment. It's right up there." He pointed.

"Then I guess it would be okay if we gave an explanation for your physical state." Sam said quickly, putting a comforting hand on Percy's shoulder (he fought not to flinch). He had hopes and prayers that nothing would go wrong.

Of course, nobody answered his prayers.

Sally was the one who opened the door. "Hello! Who are- Percy?" Percy smiled nervously.

She was quick to move to him and crouched down, tilting his chin so she could get a better look at the small cut below his eye. It wasn't deep, but her son had too many scars on his young body already. Sally frowned up at the two men in front of her, looking uncharacteristically upset. "Did you do this?"

Percy shook his head immediately, "Mom, they saved me. They rescued me from this little monster!"

For some odd reason that the two imposing men couldn't figure out, Sally's fair complexion paled. She looked back at Gabe, who was snoring on the couch, and then to the men on her porch.

"Who are you?"

Sam stepped forward, crouching down so his impressive height wasn't looming over her as he made his introduction, "My name is Sam, and this is my brother Dean." He looked at Percy, who was frowning at his mom. "Can we talk somewhere in private?" He motioned to the kid who seemed so much older than his eight years.

"Yes. Uh, Percy, can you go to your room? Lock the door." Percy found it odd, but it was hard to argue with his mom when she looked as scared as she did.

Once he left, Sally turned to the two men, "What was it? What attacked him?" She questioned, voice quavering.

Sam's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "You know about the supernatural?"

Sally paused, "Was it?"

Dean ran his hand through his hair, "Yeah. It was a ghost. A little girl who had been abused by her father and drowned in the school bathroom." Then his look sharpened, "She went straight for him and pulled up his sleeve. I may have been a little bit of a ways away but the bruise on his arm-"

Percy's mother inhaled sharply, another uncharacteristic emotion of anger filling her eyes. She turned around sharply and walked towards the man sleeping on the couch, leaving the door behind her open. Her hand rested on his arm, a seemingly gentle gesture that was refuted by her clenched jaw. The disgusting man jerked up with a snort, grumbling as he looked up at his wife.

"What the hell are you waking me up for?!" He snarled.

Sally's expression sharpened even more, fierce anger and maternal protectiveness filling her being, "You hurt him. You still do."

"So what?" Gabe's expression soured.

Dean, who was in the living room followed by Sam, made an angry noise. Sam's expression had darkened exceptionally.

"I told you that he has done nothing wrong. He doesn't deserve your anger." Sally's voice was getting quieter with every word, yet her voice was getting dangerously angry. "You have no right!" Her voice suddenly rose to a near shout. Percy's door slid open, curious sea-green eyes peeking out.

"Get out." Her voice was deadly.

"Are you crazy, woman? I live here. I own this house. I own you. I own your bastard of a so-"

Dean walked up to the man and gave him a right hook. "She said, get out. I don't know about you, but I don't think it would be very gentlemanly to make a woman as lovely as her wait, now would it?"

Gabe, dazed by the punch, nodded and scurried out the door, absently rubbing his jaw.

Sally's eyes were clenched shut, her jaw aching as the anger that filled her escaped. "Thank you."

Her eyes opened and pierced the brothers suddenly, "Could you protect him?"

Sam froze, Dean froze, Percy (from his position in his room) froze.

"What?"

"Can you protect him. From monsters. The supernatural."

Dean and Sam exchanged looks, getting an idea where this was going, but not knowing how to answer.

"He is going to have monsters after him all his life. Don't ask me how I know. I do. I need someone to protect him because I can't have him near that monster any longer." Sally said in a near-whisper.

Dean's gaze flickered to the scared boy in the doorway and then back to Sally, "Yes." Sam lifted his head in surprise and stared at his older brother. "I can protect him. I will protect him. But I have to know you're safe."

"I can't be safe around him. But I also can't be homeless."

Sam reached into his pocket, "Call this number. Say that the Winchesters told you to call, and that you need to apply for a credit card. Use it to get back on your feet and don't ask where it came from."

Sally took it, reading 'Bobby Singer's Salvage Yard'. She didn't question it. Nodding, she took a deep breath. "Percy."

Her son walked the short way from his room to her. Immediately, he was dragged into a hug. Warm, comforting, saying goodbye yet also giving a hint that she'll see him again.

Sally looked at the brothers as she was hugging her son, "Please come visit when you are around here. I'll give you my number to stay in touch with my son and to text you my new address."

Sam and Dean exchanged looks, wondering what they were getting into, before nodding.

Sally cupped Percy's face in her hands, he looked scared, "Please be careful and stay in contact. I love you." And then she kissed his forehead.

"Now leave before Gabe comes back."

As he was in the back of the Impala a short five minutes later, on the way to a motel where he was told that he would be meeting someone, he had only one thought.

He should buy a rabbit's foot to five him some kind of luck.

So I came up with this little plot bunny while looking through some stories on the website, and I decided that I wanted to make my own. I hope you enjoy it, and as soon as I get back home I will be working on an update for TFFJ.