The hunters followed the taxi for about 15 minutes, winding through the streets of New York. When it got to smaller, empty roads, though, they couldn't keep up the chase without their cover being blown. Frustrated, the brothers headed to a bar near their motel to get some drinks, cool of, and see if they could gather any Intel. They didn't realize just what they were getting themselves into. After about 9:00, the bar emptied out a bit. One man entered, a younger fellow, but looking very disheveled. He ordered 2 shots of vodka and downed them. Dean raised his eyebrow and swiftly made his way over to the man to find out what was going on.

"Hey there pal, isn't it a bit early to be drinking that heavy?" Dean asked with a hearty laugh.

The man just stared at him, eye twitching.

"Right, uh…" Dean trailed off, a bit uncomfortable. "Let me buy you another one, how about that?" He offered and raised a finger at the bartender.

That was the winning ticket. As soon as the man's third shot slid across the table and swiftly down his throat, he began to talk. "You aren't going to believe me man. I was out with my friends, hitting up this joint down on 42nd, and there was this really hot girl there. We started talking to her, and she convinced my buddy Derik to come into the alley with her. After about 15 minutes, I went to go check on them, but-but-" the man started sputtering.

Dean had seen this before, civilians freaking out upon seeing the supernatural. "Alright, calm down. Take it slow." He urged.

"But Derek was dead! And she was-she was- drinking his blood! She was a fucking vampire!" He ended with a shout. The bar went quiet for a moment. Dean looked around and smiled at everyone, and what little activity was going on in the bar continued. Sam approached so that he could hear as well, his interest more than peaked.

"Alright, everything's going to be ok. Just tell me what she looked like, and we will find someone to take care of this." Dean reassured him, and ordered another shot.

"A vampire? Killing that quickly?" Sam questions as they got back into the Impala. He leaned his head back against the cold leather headrest and thought.

Dean was quick to respond. "Dude, I don't care why it happened. All I know is that this vamp chick is still probably riding around bars, finding another tasty snack. Which means we have work to do." He accented with the start of the car. The hunt was on.

/

As soon as we got to camp, I went immediately to Chiron. Those two were suspicious, but I'd never seen any monster take the form of a mortal as a reporter, and do reconnaissance. Besides, if they were monsters, Jason or I would have been able to sense them. Were they gods? That was one possible solution, but it didn't feel like that.

"Tell me exactly what happened, Percy." My horse legged mentor questioned with sincerity and concern in his voice.

"These two men,mourns lists for some local paper, came to my house and questioned my mom about me. My disappearance, the Arch incident, and where I'd been the past few years. They were extremely thorough.

Chiron raked the grass roughly with one hoof, clearly upset about the situation. "Is there anything else you could tell me about what happened?" He questioned, staring me through my soul with his old, kind eyes. Jason spoke up. "They seemed to have some kind of aura around them, one I'd never felt before. It definitely wasn't Greek or Roman. But there was something there." He speculated as he cleaned his glasses with his shirt.

The Centaur let out a deep sigh. "Very well then. Back to camp activities, there is much to be done. And if you see Mr. Di Angelo, please have him come see me. It is urgent." He said as he trotted off through the green towards the Big House, probably to finish a game of Picho with Mr. D.

"Well that was weird." Jason exasperated. He searched through the crowd of people heading towards dinner for Piper.

"You can say that again." I agreed as I headed towards dinner as well, my stomach growling violently. I hadn't realized I was this hungry. The air swirled with smells of different exotic foods as the Demigods offered up their sacrifices for their parents.

/

"Dean!" Sam yelled to his brother from across the street, but it seemed that the words fell on deaf ears. Or so Sam assumed, seeing that the brother was hand in hand with a very attractive young woman with fiery red hair. She seemed to walk with a limp, but that didn't stop Dean as she led him around the corner and into a damp alleyway. Sam shouted again, more urgent and worried. He'd seen his brother get absorbed in women before, but never like this. He must have been under some sort of trance. He gripped the machete blade hidden within his many layers, and followed after his only brother. What he saw was the woman, just inches away from digging her fangs into Dean's arm, and Dean not even struggling, just staring into space lazily, like some sort of tweaking teenager. "Hey! Hands off my brother!" Sam shouted as he charged. The giant lumbering man swung the machete clean through the vampire's neck, but it passed through her like smoke, having no affect. "What the-" Sam started to peak, but was cut off when she pounced at him and brought him down hard into the hard concrete. He must have hit his head pretty hard, because the woman's image began to get very hazy. He could've sworn she had a donkey leg, and fire for hair. Not the expression, actual live fire.

The woman cackled as she stood. "Foolish mortals," she began, death in her red eyes. "You thought you could take me on? Me, of all things!?" Her head rolled back in laughter, but that only lasted for a brief moment. Without warning, a shimmering bronze blade protruded from her chest like some weird porcupine quill. Or like she was stabbed. The monster's laugh turned to a vivid screech of pain and terror as she evaporated into black, smoldering dust, and a single fang dropped to the ground with a faint 'clink'.

Dean shook his head, free from his daze. "What in the holy hell just-" He cut off as he looked up to where the vampire-or, whatever it was, used to be. In its place was the black haired kid from the apartment, Percy, flanked by his other friend from the apartment and a teenage girl, Native American looking, wielding a knife.

"I knew there was something off about you two." The raven-haired boy accused.

Sam was the first Winchester to his feet. "I was about to say the same thing." He said with a chuckle as he reached slowly for his gun.

"Sam, don't!" A deep, familiar voice called out from behind him. Sam turned, confused, and came face to face with none other than Castiel. Next to him was a younger boy, about 15, with an old aviators jacket and tangled, glossy black hair. "Didn't I tell you two not to get involved!?" The ex-angel shouted as Dean slowly stood, wincing and rubbing his head.

"It doesn't matter anymore, Castiel. What matters now is we get them to a safe place to talk and explain." The short boy who accompanied their angel friend said strongly and authoritatively. Then, without warning, he grabbed each of the brothers forearms and jumped. Dean felt his stomach twist inside-out as the world spiraled to black, and reappeared moments later.

"Where the hell are we now?" Dean asked, confused, as he looked around, squinting.

"Beats me." Sam responded, equally confused. They were in some sort of...camp? That was probably the best way to describe it. He saw a big old plantation house, an array of vastly different cabins, a beach, and a firepit. But then it got weirder.

"Is that a rock climbing wall?" Dean scratched his head.

"Looks like it."

"With..lava?"

"I honestly don't know what to say." Was the only response Sam could come up with.

"Hello!" A warm, old, yet powerful voice called out to them, accompanied by the sound of hooves.

"Horses too?" Dean questioned as he turned around to face the approaching man-or, whatever he was. "Am I on drugs right now?" Dean mustered before fainting and falling to the ground with a heavy thud. As he sprawled in the grass and his vision faded to black for the second time that day, Deans only thought was about what he just saw: a man with horse legs, or more accurately, a horse whose head was the upper half of a man.

Thank you all for reading! I hope you enjoyed, and I appreciate your feedback. Please, if you have any suggestions, critiques, or suggestions, please let me know! This is my first fic, and I want it to be the best I can be!

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