A/N: I would call this more of a short epilogue than a chapter. It's much shorter than I usually write, but I felt that if I added more it would make it feel stretched out and boring. I'm actually quite happy with how this has come to a close, so I hope you enjoy it too. Let me know what monster you would like Percy and Colt to fight next. Please read and enjoy!
Colt left the Jackson household several days after their final encounter with the ghost—no, with Danny, son of Hermes. Originally, the hunter hadn't planned to stay as long as she had, but if there was one thing she learned about Sally Jackson, it was that the woman got her way. Sally had wanted Colt and Percy to take a few days of rest before either of them went to do anything. It wasn't that big a deal for Colt. She hadn't even picked out a new hunt yet, so she used the extra time allotted (rather forcefully by Sally) to research strange occurrences, call Bobby, and spend some time with the Jackson family.
It was nice, but now Colt really needed to hit the road.
So she packed her bags into the trunk of her car after she hugged Sally and waved to Paul. Percy trailed out of the apartment behind her. The demigod hadn't spoken much since that night, but Colt hadn't expected him to. There were somethings you really just couldn't put words to. Maybe because there wasn't anything to really say? The entire thing had turned out pretty straightforward. Although, it had probably brought up memories from the first war Percy had fought in.
Colt was usually pretty good with people. As awkward a person she was in social situations, she could usually get some sort of vibe off people to tell her what they were feeling. It didn't work that well on Percy. He was unpredictable. His eyes clouded in a way that meant he was thinking deeply. It was just a matter on whether or not the storm would ever break free of his eyes. Colt couldn't tell if Percy would start crying or ferociously attack. She had a feeling Percy didn't know the answer to that either. If it had been Dean, she would've just pushed him to Bobby or even Sam, but this wasn't Dean. It was Percy.
Colt leaned against the driver's side door of her car, shoving a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She knew it was really just a lost cause since her hair did what it wanted, but she always had some hope that it would do what she wanted it to for once.
Percy braced his arms on the roof of the car next to her looking out over the line of vehicles. He looked coiled in a sort of lounging position, like he was straining his own muscles to relax. Colt felt a small pang of something. Guilt? Sadness? She wasn't quite sure. This hunt hadn't gone the way she planned it to—it rarely did. However, this case in particular had left the demigod beside her in a battle of inner turmoil. It bothered her that Percy couldn't be relaxed near her. Realistically, she knew it didn't have anything to do with her, just the situation.
"What are you going to do while I'm off causing havoc?" Colt asked, lightly bumping into Percy. She tried to make it quiet and light, giving him the options of ignoring or responding as a joke, but the question ended up coming out a little less funny and a little more concerned.
Colt had begun to think that Percy was going to take the ignoring option until he finally said, "Back to Camp."
Colt nodded, turning to face the demigod. "Need a ride?"