Chapter 2

"Uh, hey, guys?" Will Solace calls, poking his head around the corner. "A dude in a trench coat was just dropped off."

Dean instantly rises to his feet. "Is he alright?"

"A little banged up and worse for wear, but other than that he seems pretty good," Will reports.

Percy nods. "Right," he says, pushing off the wall. "Let's go meet your angel friend."

Sam sighs and shuts John Winchester's journal. "Nothing so far in here. A few things about some deities… but nothing about Kronos."

"I'm sure it'll be somewhere, Sammy," Dean says. "But we gotta go get Cas."

They find Castiel in the lobby, refusing the requests of the kids of Apollo to heal him. It's not as bad as Dean was expecting, though the blood splattered over his trench coat makes Dean uneasy. "Cas… you good?"

Castiel takes a deep breath. "We must leave."

"What?" Sam frowns.

"We shouldn't be here, Sam. It's dangerous. Too dangerous. None of you know what their King is capable of. He dragged me out of flight, Sam. Do you know what that means?"

"Is that even possible?" Dean asks.

"Some beings are able to do so. It's rare though. Very rare. But the King… I cannot take him out, Dean. I tried. We must leave, we don't belong here."

"Cas, there are kids here taking on an immortal Titan with a bloodlust that could rival Satan's! We can't just leave them," Dean says.

"Cas, do you know what can kill him?" Sam asks. "The sooner we know, the sooner we can take him out."

"We cannot kill him, Sam. We do not have the means, and we must go."

"No," Dean snaps. "Not without sending him back to where he came from."

"Dean—"

They're cut off by a loud screech from outside. Instantly, demigods are at the entrance and shouts start up. Percy, Dean and Sam shove their way to the front. "Typhon," Percy breathes.

There's a giant with flashes of light around it, towering over the skyscrapers.

"What the hell is that?" Sam demands.

"Typhon," Annabeth explains. "A son of Gaea and Tartarus. See those flashes of light? They're the gods."

"Come on Dad," Percy breathes. "Please."

Utter silence falls as the next few minutes unfold. The giant goes down, apparently dragged down into Tartarus.

"Holy shit," Sam mutters.

When a bright flash suddenly starts up, Dean and Sam instinctively close their eyes.

"Dad!" Percy greets. "Thank you."

A man with a sharp trident nods at Percy. "Son."

"Dean and Sam Winchester?" a woman with auburn hair questions.

Dean nods. "Yeah, that's us."

"I am Artemis, goddess of the Hunt."

"The Hunt?" Sam asks curiously.

Artemis nods. "Yes. And you two—"

"We can deal with that later," a man with a – Sam blinks to check that he's not hallucinating – lightning bolt in his hands says. The god, Zeus, Sam guesses, turns to face Castiel. "You are an angel. What is an angel doing here?"

"I have been tasked with protecting the Winchesters," Castiel responds.

"How did that happen?" Another god asks, gesturing to the blood over his trench coat, his face and the bruises blossoming underneath.

Castiel gingerly touches the injuries, healing them with a touch. "The Titan King was less than pleased to see me interfering."

"Kronos did that?" Zeus demands. "He dared to touch an Angel of the Lord?"

Castiel doesn't answer, but the blood over his trench coat is answer enough. "We will not stay here. The three of us will be moving on soon."

"We're staying," Dean says sharply. "We gotta help them, Cas."

"Cas do you know how to take Kronos down the Hunter way?" Sam asks.

Castiel sighs. "He must be stabbed in the heart with a thousand year old branch of an olive tree carved by Vestal Virgins covered in the blood of a sacrificed golden eagle."

Dean snorts. "Oh, sure, that's easy to find."

Castiel turns to Zeus. "You can gather everything we will need?"

Zeus nods. "Easily."

"He has the Achilles Curse," Annabeth says. "Good luck stabbing him in the heart."

"We don't know what happens until we try," Dean says simply. "It could bypass the Curse entirely."

Percy shoots him a sceptical look. "Probably not." He glances back at Zeus. "They've only been attacking at night so far," he explains, "since most of the army is monsters."

"That'll probably change with Typhon being taken down," Thalia adds.

"The King will be more desperate now that he knows you will be able to help," Castiel says quietly. "It's highly likely that he will use far more force than he has been before."

Zeus grimaces. "Yes, it is. I will search out a golden eagle. Hestia, can you deal with the branch carved by Vestal Virgins?" he nods at thin air. "Very well. Thank you, sister." The god returns his gaze to Castiel. "This may not work."

"We can make it work," Castiel states.

It takes suspiciously little time for the ingredients to be gathered – the completed stake stained a dark red from the sacrificed blood, was set on the main desk in the lobby.

"That's it?" Percy asks suspiciously. "That's… that's a stick."

"It's a stake," Dean corrects. "And it could just solve your Titan problem."

"Until we need it," Sam says, "no one touches it. We can't risk losing it or anyone taking it."

"I don't think we'll have to wait long," Castiel says.

"It's the middle of the day," Percy remarks. "Kronos has only been attacking at night."

"And now he knows that the gods will be interfering," Castiel says firmly. "He will not wait for the night. Not now."

"The monsters are strongest at night," Thalia snaps. "We know what we're doing."

Castiel turns to frown at the Huntress. "He will not attack with the monsters. That will be tonight." He tilts his head to the side, eyes widening slightly as lightning flashes overhead, storm clouds rolling in. Multiple bright lights – exactly like meteors – shoot down, passing through the shimmering barrier around Manhattan, and landing with loud thuds and dust dancing through the air.

"What the Hades was that?" Will Solace demands.

Zeus' grip tightens on his lightning bolt. "Titans," he growls out. "Those were Titans, answering Kronos' call."

"This next wave will not be of monsters," Castiel says quietly. "But of Titans."

Percy curses under his breath. "Great. So what do we do?"

"You do nothing," Poseidon says tiredly. "We will hold them off."

"But you've just fought Typhon," Percy protests. "Dad—"

"Easy, Percy," Apollo says, smiling faintly. "I'll heal them and then they'll be able to stand their ground."

"Not against him," Castiel says flatly. "No one can defeat him."

"He's possessing a mortal," Athena remarks. "He is weak."

Castiel grinds his teeth together. "You are severely underestimating him. It will lead to your downfall."

"We've defeated him once," Zeus states. "And he was in his true form then."

"You are missing the point. I…" Castiel shakes his head. "You'll find out soon enough. They are coming."

"Who—"

"Titans," Zeus growls.

Apollo moves quickly to heal up each of his fellow Olympians, before he nods. "Go. I'll heal the demigods."

I was going through my stories that I've started at some point then forgotten and found this one. 8 chapters are complete, so I'll just upload all 8 of them. Will it get finished? I dunno, depends on how much time I get this year, and depends on the response to these 8 chapters. So drop a review and let me know what you think.

Jaylene Olebar: that depends entirely on if people want me to finish it.