It was a few hours later, and Dean volunteered for first watch when Percy woke up. He sat up breathing heavily, scaring Dean half to death. He spun towards the demigod with his pistol pointed directly at him, but sighed in relief when he had confirmed it was nothing but Percy waking up. Sam had taken the liberty of buying him some new clothes, though decided it wasn't necessary to change his pants, (thank God Dean had gotten out of that, he would never haved looked at the guy in the same way if he hadn't.) because they were pretty torn up, but weren't hanging off of him by a string, like his shirt had been.
He lowered his pistol and tossed it on the bed next to him. Percy looked a lot younger than he expected. Twenty-five years tops, given Percy had been his age in the home. Percy's eyes observed every detail of the room, snapping from the devil's trap to the holy fire with no hesitation. When his eyes landed on Riptide they stayed for a moment. But when his eyes finally landed on Dean they widened comically. He coughed, almost as if he was gagging. "Winchester?" he asked incredulously.
He smirked at his old friend. "I've been told I've changed… and you? You look exactly the same except older." Dean retorted, sending a grin his way. Percy replied with a grin of his own, rising to greet his friend, but stopping at the holy fire. He sent Dean a pleading glance, only making him narrow his eyes.
"Sorry, but did you do me any favours by letting me know what you were?" he asked to the silent plea, breaking the previous mood between the two.
Percy narrowed his eyes. "Really Dean? What would I say? 'Oh hey, I'm an archangel reborn as a demigod but that doesn't matter, let's go eat some pie'?" He snapped. One thing they shared was their love of pie. "Besides, you didn't tell me you were a hunter!" he growled.
Dean faltered at that but retorted nonetheless. "It's different." he snapped.
Percy snarled. "Oh really? How, Dean, how?"
"Because I help people" he argued.
"Really, Dean? I killed more monsters on summer vacation than you have in your entire life." He growled.
Dean raised an eyebrow. "Really, how many monsters did you kill during your summer vacation when you were…" Dean tried to think of an age when he was young but had killed an above average amount. "14." He finally decided.
He raised an eyebrow. "A few giant scorpions, the sphinx, Antaeus, the Giant that can't be killed, the owner of a godly ranch that was impossible to kill -even by your methods.- His name was Geryon or something like that. And finally, around two thousand telchines." Percy finished, sitting on the bed.
Dean blinked back his shock. In his entire life? He might've killed more, but that was still pretty damn impressive, for one summer especially. He sighed in relief, as they may not have to kill or keep Percy contained after all, he seemed stable enough.
Sam, who woke up during the entire fiasco, was not as happy with that. By the time Dean saw him, he had a pistol loaded with some special tree wood or the other from Greece. Dean couldn't remember, but it was something Bobby had thought of. Instead of stabbing a demigod with a stake, you could just shoot him with a mini stake bullet.
Percy looked at the thing like it was a toy gun, and a child was threatening him with it. "Are you gonna shoot me with that thing? Because you'd be better off calling me mean names." He jested.
Sam did the thing anyone would do in his situation. He promptly shot him in the face.
Dean took nearly no time to react, yanking the gun from Sam's hands and elbowing him in the side of his head, knocking him unconscious painlessly, which was more than he deserved. He quickly turned back to the body of Percy, Sam could wait. What he turned back to was not what he expected. He saw Percy angrily glaring at the bullet in his forehead. It was actually kind of freaky –a title he'd never thought of giving Percy- seeing someone react so calmly to being shot. In the head no less. Dean backed up a step.
"I'm angry." He said, quite obviously.
"Oh, and why's that?" Dean shot back sarcastically. He couldn't help it, it was in his nature.
"I can't see my forehead" he pouted, in a deep voice as the blood from the wound slowly started dripping off of his nose.
Dean looked at him like he was insane, while Percy looked at him, abashed. "You didn't get it? You had absolutely NO childhood." He concluded, leaving Dean to wonder what the hell he was talking about.
Percy seemed to dissipate into mist as if swept away in a breeze, reappearing next to the table with his pen on it. Picking up the golden pen he slipped it in his pocket gracefully.
Dean, obviously, was alarmed by this. He didn't want to hurt his childhood friend, and he knew the gun would barely do anything, but he scooped it up and pointed it at Percy anyway.
Percy flicked his hand, and the gun was sent into the wall, before dismantling itself when it got to the floor. Dean slowly, cautiously raised his arms, hoping he could make a jump for the knife on the bed just to his right.
Percy raised an eyebrow. "I would prefer not to have to heal two bullet holes in this beautiful face of mine." he drawled, obviously enjoying himself.
He grinned, one that would not be capable of the Percy he used to know. "Damn, it feels good to use powers again." he said, but making no further threatening movements. He seemed to finally notice Dean's raised arms. "Come on Dean, just because I don't want to be imprisoned in your little circle of death, doesn't mean I'll kill you, or even hurt you. Well, I'm off to go see Lilith, keep in touch." He said, shooting a grin Dean's way. "Tschuss." he said, flashing a peace sign, and he was gone.