I don't own Supernatural or any of its characters and plot, that right goes to Eric Kripke. The same goes for Percy Jackson and the Olympians and Rick Riordan.
I need to clarify that the fourth wall breaking is due to the fact that the entire fanfic is narrated post what happens after, with the sole narrator being Darsh. The plot is probably the only one of its kind, trust me, I searched everywhere for something with a plot like this.
This story is canon divergent to a certain extent, starting sometime during the middle of the first season of Supernatural and a bit. It is conveniently around the beginning of PJatO and Supernatural since both start around 2005.
Well, that's the end of my author's note. I hope that whoever shall read this will favorite/follow this story and leave some feedback in the review section. Without much further delay, here is the beginning of chapter two.
(Last time on "A Dying Pantheon'.)
Beep-beep-beep. "911, what's your emergency?"
"Dean, he's awake."
There's not much to say," I begin, a slight quiver in my voice, then, I continue. "I just came back home from school, then I saw my parents, err, foster parents lying on the floor, guts spread out."
Here's when I freak out. Who are these people?
"WHAT THE HELL?!"
"So," I huff and start, "You two travel the country to find homicidal monsters with the end goal of finding a demon you call Yellow-Eyes whom you're fairly certain murdered your mother by setting her on fire. DId I leave anything out?"
"What do I do now? I probably won't ever forget what I just saw. And I'm not the type of guy who sits on his ass when he knows something like this is happening. What, do I become like you?"
Today was the day, I'd decided that I'd become a hunter, like Sam had said. This was the right time. I'll kill all those bastards that hurt the innocent people in this world!
"Seriously lady, we just met some five minutes ago!" She just silently sips her coffee until her cup drains. Then, she says one sentence that pushes me over the edge. Makes me say yes. "Surely you want to become a hunter. That's what I could tell from your body language."
My jaw dropped. It was literally hanging off my face, barely attached. That's what is seemed, at least. I stared at her for a few long seconds. She stared right back at me with curiosity and… determination?
"H-how did you know about that?" I stutter out.
She answers with assuredness, "I am well versed in the matters of the Supernatural, plus, I can hear a person's thoughts." That's kind of creepy, who is this lady? "Well, what's your answer, Darsh?" She gazes at me, expectantly. I huff, giving in, "Alright. I'm guessing that you're new to this two, I presume hunting requires being able to act like a normal person. That's why you asked me. You need ME!" I concur. She just chuckles, stating, "You think too highly of yourself, but yes, I would like some help with acting skills. Very well then, let's get going."
We both stood up and faced each other. This was a very awkward staring contest, luckily, everyone in the shop was busy doing their own thing. We both sipped our coffee cups clean, never letting our gazes leave the other person. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity, mine with resolution. I walked over to the trash bin and tossed my cup in, Areia did the same. We then strode over to the door, never speaking a word.
"So, are we heading to your house?" The grey-eyed lady asked. I simply nodded and began on my way. She hustled behind me, trying to keep my pace. Each step felt like I was crossing a million miles. By that I mean it felt like I got back home very quickly. We walked into my driveway. during the silent walk back to here, my mind had succumbed, I realized I wouldn't get rid of her.
"Well, here it is. This is where I live, the home is set to getting sold soon, the money was getting transferred to the fund my adoptive parents kept in case something happened." I introduced. She spoke in response to me, "Wise decision. You've been planning this for a while?" "Yeah" I headed over to the garage door, beckoning her to follow. Most of the stuff in the house was sold. All that was left was my car that I'd gotten just a few months before their deaths.
I leaned down a grabbed the handle of the garage door and pulled up, opening the entire thing. I pulled keys out of my pocket and headed over to the black Chrysler 300. I put the key in the lock and opened the trunk of the car. It opened to reveal a large black case. I unclasped said box revealing an impressive array of anti-monster weaponry. The girl at my side seemed surprised.
"Where'd you get all this?" She inquired. I just chuckle and give her the honest to goodness answer, "Craigslist and eBay. You'd be surprised at all the crazy crap you can find on the internet." "I see that." She mumbled, then she spoke in a more normal voice, "I assume you packed all you need?" I answer with no time to waste, "Yup."
I pulled open the car doors, letting her in shotgun. I backed out of the garage and got out of the car, pulling down the garage door. I got back in the car and shut the door for one last time. I pu in the keys, firing up ignition. Areia was the first to speak, "Hey Darsh, what are you waiting for? Let's go!"
With those final words, we began a journey neither of us knew would lead to. This long winded adventure had just reached its official beginning.
The road seemed endless, we were heading east. The blonde in shotgun was asleep. I was listening to music. The current song was Enter Sandman. My foot was on the gas pedal and I was bored, extremely bored. Soon enough, We passed by a sign reading, "Gas N' Sip ½ Mile Ahead," Finally, a break. We were heading towards Scottsdale, Arizona. We'd checked up and that seemed like the start of a case. There were seven people dead, all trampled to death by a horse. The kicker is that they all lived in town and were found dead in their homes. We didn't know what this thing was, but stuff was happening.
It seemed like forever since the sign indicating that Scottsdale was 50 miles ahead. I just kept on driving. We finally reached the Gas N' Sip soon enough. When the motion of the car stopped, Areia snapped awake, groaning and mumbling. She finally got sense of her bearings as I got out of the car to fill up gas. As I did so, she herself got out of the car and asked, "What'd I miss?" "Oh, nothing. We're almost there and I stopped here to grab us some extra provisions." "Good, good. I'll go buy some drinks and snacks for the road while you fill the gas." She straightened her hair briefly and walked off to the roadside store.
I filled up the gas tank, 9 gallons was enough for the rest of the way. Since that last sign, I figured that we still had a few more miles before we got to the case. She brought her own false FBI IDs, I had a few that I'd rotate sitting in my car. I pulled the nozzle out of the tank's entrance and placed it back, putting in some cash to pay the fee. Just as I finished up, I saw Areia exiting the shop holding two plastic bags. SHe headed over to the car. Great, we had everything that we needed. Time to hit the road again…
To be continued in Chapter 3.
Author's Annotations #2
ThLaDe: Hello, this is a personal note for this chapter…
This chapter is to get a feel of the story.
The next chapter will be the actual case.
I felt that this chapter was necessary to understand how things happen, a little "Day in the Life," if you will.
I won't take any suggestions for the story, I already have an idea of everything that will happen.
If anyone happens to come across this probably unknown story, I'd appreciate it if you favorite. I want to climb the ranks and achieve world domination if possible.
Fun Fact: Pareia rhymes with pariah. Totally unintentional but pariah means outcast and if you remember her brief story, she was cast out by her family.