A/N: Hi everyone! Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed, favorited, and followed! I really appreciate the support. I was so glad to see that people thought I was doing a good job and was enjoying the story. It's kind of a different approach than the other stories in this categories, so I'm glad people are liking it. This is something I didn't originally plan on publishing, so it's a bit shorter than the last one. Anyways, I got a few people asking for a part two or a conclusion to "Pie at Minnie's", so here it is! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

Summary: Percy really should've thought of this. If the guys could find him in New York, they could probably find his house. But his foresight has never really been that great, has it?

Part Two

I hugged Annabeth from behind, keeping her in place. We were at my mom's apartment, making dinner for the four of us. Technically, I had my own place that I was renting for the summer with Annabeth, but since we were headed back to California for the start of the school year pretty soon, we wanted to spend some time with my parents.

Annabeth gave me a fondly exasperated look out of the corner of her eye as I rested my chin on her shoulder. "Percy, I have to be able to move, you know," she reprimanded.

"Says who?" I asked sleepily.

Annabeth rolled her eyes. "Says the spaghetti sauce on the stove that's begging to be stirred before it burns."

I flicked my hand in a dismissive gesture and the sauce bean to stir itself, swirling around the pot without the aid of a spoon.

"If you think this is going to make up for you being late…" Annabeth trailed off.

"It's not my fault!" I protested. "I was attacked when I went out for pie!"

Annabeth huffed. "Yeah, pie that you ate without me."

I opened my mouth to retaliate, but was cut off by a knock on the door.

"It's probably your mom," Annabeth said. "You know how often she forgets her keys, especially if she's in a hurry."

I finally relinquished my hold on Annabeth and started to walk to the door. "Yeah. I got it."

Well, let me tell you something. Those little peepholes in the door? Use them. Use them every time because you never know when some psychopath with an axe is waiting for you to just blindly open the door like I did.

Luckily, it was not an axe-murdering psychopath. Unluckily, it was those two fake FBI agents from the diner.

"Schist," was all I had time to say before the shorter one pinned me to the wall with a bang, forearm across my throat. In one swift motion, he and his partner had drawn their guns and had pointed them at my face. "Wonderful to see you two again," I managed to grunt out.

"Clarisse, if that's you again, you need to stop coming over just to slam Percy into a wall." Annabeth poked her head out from the kitchen and Sam swiveled to point the gun at her. "Oh," Annabeth continued. "Awesome." Then she turned to me. "What did you do this time, Seaweed Brain?" She sat down on the couch and crossed her legs, looking for all the world like she was just chatting with friends.

"Your girlfriend?" Dean demanded. He said it way too loudly, considering he was like right in my face.

I gave him a look like Gee, I sure would love to tell you, but it's kinda hard when I'm being held against the wall by the throat. He seemed to get the message and backed off on the pressure a little.

"Yeah," I finally answered, "she's my girlfriend. So, you might wanna stop pointing a gun at her."

Annabeth laughed. "Percy, it's adorable when you get all protective. Now, would you mind telling me where you met these gun-wielding idiots?" She sniffed distastefully. "Absolutely no panache."

"Should've realized you guys would've been ble to find my mom's house," I said with a glare.

"Alright, cut the crap," Dean started. "We know your not human."

"The only question," Sam chimed in, gesturing towards Annabeth, "is does she know that?"

I laughed. "Uh, yeah. She knew it before I did."

"And for the record, I'm not human either," Annabeth spoke up.

"Then what are you two?" Sam questioned, keeping his gun trained on Annabeth.

"Demigods," she answered coolly. "Half Greek god, half human."

Dean started to push me up against the wall harder. "So you're immortal?"

I raised an eyebrow. "What? No. If we were, we wouldn't have to worry about dying all the time."

"Funny," Dean said in a voice that showed he didn't find it funny at all (I'm perceptive, I know), "I don't really believe you."

I rolled my eyes. The guy was getting on my nerves, so I kicked the back on his knee and it folded against his will. I followed up with a kick to the stomach that landed him flat on his back. But, he was up again in two seconds.

Annabeth heaved herself off the couch with a sigh and walked towards Sam. Sam cocked his gun, but didn't fire. Annabeth wasn't exactly making threatening moves. Until, that is, she grabbed his gun, dislodging one of his hands from the grip and used that hand to judo flip him. However, Sam was also on his feet again in a matter of seconds, and he wasn't going to be caught unawares this time.

I drew Riptide. They were both mortal, meaning the sword wouldn't actually hurt them, but they didn't need to know that.

The four of us were sizing each other up when my mom's voice rang out from the doorway.

"Perseus Jackson!" I flinched, and everyone froze. "What have I told you about having weapons out in my home?"

Sam and Dean exchanged bewildered glances as I gestured to them. "But Mom, they started it!"

"I don't care!" she replied. "You know better, young man."

Dean cleared his throat and tried for what was supposed to be a charming smile, I think. "Well, obviously this is just a big misunderstanding, so… We'll just be going now."

"Not so fast," Mom said, moving in front of the door. "You aren't the first hunters to stumble across our world."

"Hunters?" Sam laughed. "Ma'am, I don't know what you're talking about, but-"

"Save it," my mom interrupted. "The gods alert parents of demigods whenever a hunter rolls into town, since last time they didn't, your kind set a trap for a bunch of demigods and slaughtered them. The oldest was fourteen, just so you know."

Annabeth and I both whirled to glare at the two men.

"You did what?" Annabeth growled dangerously.

"It wasn't them specifically," Mom clarified. "Even so," she continued to Sam and Dean, "you should leave. As forgiving as our camp director is, if he finds out hunters threatened two of his favorite students…" she trailed off, leaving rest to imagination. "Don't come back."

The pair nodded once and then left.