The sleek doors of the Impala creaked open as Sam and Dean climbed out of their ride, and slammed shut. Dean tightened his tie, and made sure his suit was pressed and professional looking. Sam looked up and down the street, looking out for anything unusual. The pair looked across the street to the apartment building that Sally Blofis was listed under. They checked their ID's and fake journalism licenses. With a quick "let's go." Uttered by the taller man, the duo crossed the street briskly and proceeded into the elevator.

"Floor 4, apartment 14P." Dean checked, referencing the sheet of paper they had printed off of a yellow pages. They found the apartment with ease, and Dean knocked forcefully.

"Someone get the door!" He heard a female voice shout from within.

"On it!" A male replied, and the door swung open. The first thing that hit them was the smell, like baking waffles, eggs, and sausage. Then they saw a tall, blonde boy with glasses, looked about 17 ish.

"Hi, is Mrs. Blofis here?" Sam asked kindly, playing into his people skills.

The teen turned. "Sally, there's some men here for you!" He called. A couple seconds passed before the dark haired mother appeared at the door, wearing an apron and something blue splashed all over it.

"Hello, I'm Sally," The woman offered and extended her hand.

"I'm Neil, this is my partner Geddy, we're journalists for the local paper." Sam responded calmly. They'd lied so much that this came just as easily as telling the truth.

"Well come on in, my family and I were just having breakfast." Sally responded kindly, and led them into the apartment into the living room.

"Thank you. We are running a story about the parents and families of missing persons. We were hoping you could tell us a bit about your son, and what it's like with him gone." Dean asked lightly, knowing this would be a hard subject for any parent.

Sally looked bewildered as she sat down on the couch. "Missing pers-oh, Percy!" She exclaimed. "I had that report retracted years ago! I wasn't even the one who filed it." She explained.

Now it was the Winchesters turn to be bewildered. Sam broke the silence. "So your son, he isn't missing?"

As a wordless answer to his question, the black haired quarry entered the room, slice of bacon hanging out of his mouth. "Mom, who's at the doo-" he cut off, seeing the tall brothers.

Dean visibly tensed up. "Oh, well uh, we would still like to hear a bit about your story, if you don't mind."

"Of course." Sally beamed.

/

After giving them the Greek Myth-less version of her and Percy, the siblings got up and left. Mr. Blofis did have a chance to offer them some blue-colored pancakes, which Sam politely declined and Dean eagerly accepted. "So." Dean muttered as they got back into the Impala, still scarfing down pancakes.

"So." Sam uttered back, keenly watching the apartment complex.

"Think she's fibbin?" Dean asked as he followed his brother's gaze.

Sam sighed, and thought for a moment before responding. "I don't know…if she is, she's really good at it. That whole thing was almost airtight."

Dean stared coldly at the doors. "Almost. But she tripped up a little when talking about where her son went to in the first place, and where he's been. 'Strawberry Farms Summer Camp'? Yeah right." He scoffed and tapped Sam's arm to get his attention and pointed over to the apartment doors. 2 figures, teens, stepped out and headed down the sidewalk.

/

"That was close." I muttered to Jason as we left my mom's apartment building and walked down the sidewalk.

"Yeah, no kidding." Has Jason's response, on high alert mode. Nothing seemed too out of the ordinary, except for those journalists. Which they definitely weren't.

"We need to book it back to camp, before whoever they are catch onto us. They seemed to know what they were doing. Professionals."

Jason nodded, and turned off into an alleyway. "I second that. Unfortunately, I'm out of Drachmas, so that means no cab."

"No demigod cabs." I corrected him and pulled a wad of cash out of my pocket and came out of the alleyway on the other side. With a quick whistle, a cab pulled over. I looked around and ushered Jason in, making sure we weren't made. I noticed an old, black Chevy, which was a bit unusual up here in the city. Unfortunately, I couldn't see who was occupying the vehicle thanks to the midday glare. Then, without a second thought, I pushed the car to the back of my mind and climbed into the taxi, slammed the door, and we were off. Hopefully to safety.

Authors Note

Hi guys! This is the second chapter, thank you so much for reading. I really appreciate any feedback or suggestions you have, since this is my first fic. Question of the day: who else should I add to the fic?

Thanks,

LeoValdez17