A/N: Hey guys. So, it's been a long time since I've updated this story. Like, over a year. To be honest, my life took over and I had no time to work on this, I'd actually forgotten about it. But I'm back now, and hopefully just as good, if not better than before. Honestly, when I was reading the old chapters to remember where I left off, I actually didn't recognize my own writing. It was surreal. I thought I was reading the work of some pro author, not my own work. Anyways, here's part 5.
Percy
After the totally awkward meeting in the basement of the big house, Jason led us all to the training pit. The demigods grouped together, and the older guys stood off to the side, talking quietly to each other. Deciding to to take charge, I stepped forward.
"Alright, let's what you two are made of? How does a sword fight sound?" I asked with a laugh, grin across my face. They seemed confident in themselves, especially the shorter of the two. I was looking forward to change that. Lucky for me, he stepped forward first.
"I'll bite." He shouted back, slipping off his many layers until he was only in a muscle shirt. Clarissa led him to the weapons rack, where the spare swords and other blades were kept for training purposes. He grabbed a shorter blade, one that resembled a machete. This was going to be fun. I stepped out to the middle of the sand pit and curled my finger at him jokingly.
"Let's have at it then." I jested. Dean wasted no time and charged at me, swinging his blade madly. I quickly ducked under him and stuck my foot out, tripping him. Sam stifled a laugh as Dean dragged himself out of the sand. This was too easy. As soon as he stood, I swung riptide at him. I was expecting to knock him off his feet, or for him to duck. What I wasn't expecting for him to raise his own blade and stop my swing. I heard a few gasps from my friends. Then, without warning, he pushed back and down, causing riptide to swing down into the sand, me still attached to it. I flew face first into the sand with a shout. This was not as fun as I thought it would be.
"Cmon, what happened to all that cockiness from before?" Dean teased as I spit sand out of my mouth. I'll admit it, dudes got some skill. But how many apocalypses has he prevented? I rose to my feet and leapt at him. A look of surprise flooded across his face as he saw me flying at him. He raised his blade in defense, but I swung a powerful blow, knocking his blade clean from his hand. It went flying, embedding itself blade first into the sand. Unfortunately, Riptide went flying too, because my blade got caught on the serrated base of his sword. Damn it. But riptide would come back to me sooner or later, so I did what I do best: improvise. Taking advantage of my current momentum, I wrapped my arms around the giant of a man, sending us both to the ground. As we hit the ground, I was launched into the air, and landed on my back, a good 15 feet away from the Hunter. "Gah!" I yelped, and struggled to my feet. It seems I had underestimated this guy.
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Dean struggled to his feet. After the clever kick, a trick he'd learned in the movies, he saw the kid fly farther than he'd anticipated. He looked at his hands in shock and confusion, wondering what exactly just happened, but was pulled back to the matter at hand as the kid, Percy, got back up. His eyes seemed to swirl like a hurricane. He raised his arms to his sides.
"The hell?" Dean muttered in confusion and Leo, Frank, Piper, and Will backed away. Sam, Jason, Hazel, and Nico stayed put. Dean heard the sloshing of water and turned back to his demigod combatant, only to be met with a face full of water, knocking him flat on his back. Everyone else was drenched as well. Dean coughed up water and sat up defeatedly.
"Well I wasn't expecting that" he managed, chuckling. 'The kid's good', he thought to himself. Percy extended his hand to help the fallen man up. Dean glared, but accepted the help. He was surprised that the teenager could pull him up, the soaking Hunter thought, he wasn't exactly a shrimp. "I still think super-powers count as cheating." He protested, embarrassed that he had been taken down.
"You never said I couldn't." The green eyed teen taunted back at him, proud to have handed the hunter his ass. Dean just grumbled, and he heard Sam try to stifle a laugh. Sam got fixed with an angry glare. "What!? It's funny." He protested. Dean heard several agreements and laughs through waterlogged ears.
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Several hours later, the sun was setting on Long Island. The hunters had been shown around camp, and introduced to lots of teens. Teens! Sam thought back to when he was their age, and what he'd been doing. Hunting monsters. So maybe he wasn't as different as these Greeks, but there were just so many. And this place, this safe haven. A home. Something he and his brother had lacked.
"And now, dinner!" He heard, raising him out of his own thoughts. The ripped Asian teen, Frank, Sam thought, had been showing them the camps amphitheater, and was leading them to the dinner tables. The guy seemed nice enough, but Sam sensed some awkwardness. Like he didn't feel comfortable in his own body or something. "We uh, don't really have a 'Catholics' table, so you two will be sitting at the Hermes table." Frank instructed them. "They take all the new people, until they get claimed." He led them to an extremely crowded table, and 2 seats were opened up for them. 2 older teens stood to greet the hunters. "Sam, Dean, this is Connor and Travis, our resident pranksters." The son of Ares introduced with a grain of salt. "Oh come on, Zhang. We only played that song one time." One of the brothers teased. "Twice. While I was relaxing in with Hazel." He responded, but was cut off by several kids at the Hermes table beginning to chant "Panda! Panda! Panda!", which then broke out into laughter. Frank's face flushed. The reference, of course, was completely lost on Sam and Dean. The pair of hunters took 2 open seats at the table, and looked at the empty plates and goblets. "Just tell it what you want to eat and drink, and it will appear." One of the Stoll twins instructed offhandedly as the camp began getting their food. Not convinced, Dean stared at the plate. "A double bacon cheeseburger from Dave's Diner, in Saint Louis." Dean said sarcastically. This is a bunch of bull, Dean thought to himself. Dean was, of course, wrong, and dumbfounded, when his food appeared magically on his plate. The hunter gingerly picked up the delicious-smelling delight off of the plate and raised it to his face. He took a long, deep inhale, taking in the surprisingly authentic smell. "This has gotta be some kinda elaborate prank, right?" He questioned with a chuckle. All of the teens looked at him , several holding back laughs. 'To hell with this' Dean thought to himself and took a large bite. His mouth watered with the taste, and he let out an involuntary moan of pleasure. Many of the kids actually laughed this time. Dean glared at them as he chewed slowly, savoring the taste. He grabbed ahold of the goblet as Sam ordered some salad, of course. 'Coors Light' Dean said aloud, before the goblet began to fill itself with the dark liquid. He took a sip. Refreshing.
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Jason
Jason watched the two men from the Zeus table. The odd one in the trench coat was seated next to Chiron, eating what looked to be a fast food burger. The thought of an Angel eating McDonald's made him laugh. He turned and shouted to his pal a table over. "Nice job earlier in the pit." He congratulated Percy. "That dude didn't know what hit him." He laughed
"Not as funny as when you laid that giant of a man flat on his ass, even without lightning" Percy replied, sipping blue Diet Coke from his goblet with a wide grin on his face.
"Settle down now, settle down" Chiron's voice boomed over the chatter of the demigods. "Before you all continue feasting, some important announcements." Some of the ares kids groaned, bored with everyday normalities. "First, a formal welcome to our guests, Sam and Dean Winchester, and their companion, Castiel. Second, a request from all of us to certain members of the Hermes cabin to cease from putting enchanted poppers under the toilet seats in the bathrooms. Finally, a reminder that tomorrow is capture the flag night, the winning team, as always, is exempt from chores. Now, with that out of the way, feast!"
Jason looked over to the Hermes table. "I wonder how well those hunters will do tomorrow, if they end up staying." He asked Percy.
"I hope they stay. They look like they haven't had a real safe home like this in a long time." He judged, based on they way they'd been reacting to camp today.
"Guess we'll find out tomorrow then."