As they drove to Bobby's house, Dean glanced at the nine-year-old through the rearview mirror.

This was some sort of trap. It had to be. According to every source ever, Athena was supposed to be smart. Why would she trust them with her child?

"So uh... Emilia, how'd you find us anyway?"

"My mom told me where I could find you so I took a van. I mean bus. I took a bus." She corrected herself, recalling the correct term.

The brothers looked at each other with startled eyes.

"You what? How? You were born like a week ago." Dean questioned.

"I don't really know...I kinda just figured it out."

"Do you have clothes and-I don't know? What do nine-year-old girls need?" He looked at Sam who returned a bewildered look his way.

"How should I know?"

"Well if either one of us was gonna know, it'd be you."

Sam turned his head away in annoyance and decided not to respond.

"She left me with this bag. I don't know what everything inside is though, I'm still learning the names of things." Emilia replied, holding up her backpack.

"Yeah, how do you know how to speak so well?" Sam wondered, turning around in his seat to face the girl but she just shrugged and looked at him.

"I don't know, I just remember learning."

"You're mother taught you?"

"I guess so."

"Hm." Sam hummed to himself, before facing front again and pulling out his phone. He dialed a number and held the device to his ear while it rang.

"Hey Bobby, we're on our way to your place. We have a…" he glanced at Dean who glanced back

"A situation." he finished.

"What did ya idjits do now?"

"It's a bit complicated… we're about three hours out."

"Alright. I'll see ya then."

"See ya, Bobby."

"A bit complicated." Dean scoffed to himself.


The four of them sat in Bobby's living room and he looked between the two brothers in shock.

"Athena as in-"

"Pantheon, Zeus' forehead... the whole shebang." Sam nodded.

"Which makes her…"

"Supposedly half god. Yep." Dean nodded.

"What in the hell is wrong with you?" He snapped at Dean, who looked taken aback.

"Out of all the women in the world, you have to choose the immortal being don't you?"

"I mean-she was gorgeous-"

"Shut up." he cut Dean off before turning to the child who was sitting there watching them in silence.

"So you have no idea where your mother might be? She didn't say anything to you before she left?" Bobby asked her in a much gentler tone and the little girl shook her head.

"No, she didn't tell me anything other than where to find them." She replied, referring to Sam and Dean.

"Yeah, apparently she didn't leave kid anything to remember," Sam added, pulling out the letter from Athena.

"But we think there's something on the back of this note she sent with Emilia. Can you translate greek?"

Bobby scoffed in amusement and reached over to pull something off his bookshelf.

"She left you a secret message in greek? What is this, a Nicolas Cage movie?" He grumbled, dropping the big book on the desk. Emilia jumped at the loud noise and watched Sam hand the letter over to Bobby who looked over the paper with the message scribbled on it.


Later that afternoon, Sam pulled Dean aside while Bobby worked on the translation.

"So what's the plan? We taking her with us?"

"Absolutely not. We got no idea what this kid is, or where she came from. Not to mention I don't know the first thing about taking care of a child."

"You did a pretty okay job with me," Sam replied.

"That was entirely different."

"Alright, so what should we do? It's not like we can just drop her off at camp half-blood." Sam remarked, amused by his own comment.

"Funny. What about her mother, or grandfather, or this freaking "prophecy" we know nothing about?"

Sam just looked lost as he shook his head.

"I really don't know…"

"You think we should call Cas?" Dean wondered.

"You really think that's a good idea?"

Dean gave him a pointed look.

"My meaningless one-night stand resulted in a nine-year-old demigod so it looks like my judgment is a little off these days."

Sam just rolled his eyes.

"I'm just saying, we know virtually nothing about this kid or what she can do but she might still be your kid. Maybe bringing in 'smite first ask questions later' isn't such a good idea."

"Sam, whatever that thing is in there, it's not mine. Not really. Something is off here and you know it. If this kid is so important that the "fate of the world depends on it", surely Athena wouldn't have swiped her memory and sent her off on her own to find two hunters. Now, I didn't get any evil vibes from Athena, But then again, she didn't exactly give me "searching for a baby daddy for my magical demigod child." vibes either, and well." he gestured to Emilia in the other room, who was completely oblivious. "Her deception makes the whole thing seem like a big setup to bite us in the ass."

Sam sighed and rolled his head around trying to relieve the tension in his neck and shoulders. This whole mess was the last thing they needed right now.


The brothers joined Bobby in the living room where Emilia was sitting on the sofa looking around the room.

"How's it coming, Bobby?" Sam asked.

"It doesn't make a lick of sense, but I think I got it." He replied glancing up at them. "There seem to be three names, epithets really. They were basically nicknames greek figures received based on their qualities. Achilles was swift-footed, Poseidon was earth-shaker."

"Okay?"

"This message mentions Athena who is known as Glaukopis, or gray-eyed, and two others. Tospathi, meaning the sword, and Fos-nikitis, meaning light-vanquisher."

Sam and Dean looked at each other in bewilderment. Surely it couldn't be mentioning Dean, referring to him as the sword, as in the Michael sword. And if he was this "Tospathi", did that make Emilia "light vanquisher"?

"The whole thing roughly translates to Fos-Nikitis, born from Glaukopis and Tospathi, will bring an end to the rain. The final chapter will come to an end, releasing the wings of creation."

"What the hell does that mean?" Dean questioned.

All three men turned to look at the kid sitting on the couch with her backpack on her lap, watching them curiously.

"Metaphors...they could mean a million things," Bobby muttered.

"Light vanquisher seems pretty clear to me," Dean replied.