Dean was pissed. Royally pissed. And for a few different reasons. They were supposed to be hunting your everyday, run-of-the-mill ghost, but instead, some weird goth kid shows up and just disappears with the ghost and all evidence that the spirit was ever there.

Besides that, his brother was still going through withdrawal from his addiction to demon blood so he had to leave Sam at Bobby's. Now, he was on the way back to Sioux Falls and Sam calls (why in the world he was doing that, Dean had no idea) and says that Cas had swung by and said he wanted them to look into something for him.

So now, he was on his way to some place in the middle of nowhere with his sleeping brother in the passenger seat with no clue what he was doing. If Castiel, the winged son of a bitch, would ever show up anymore and tell him what was going on, he would know.

Dean heard the slight fluttering of wings and a voice suddenly came from the spot behind him. "Hello, Dean. You called?"

Dean swerved slightly on the road, surprised by the Castiel's sudden appearance. "Well, no not exactly. Damn it Cas, little warning next time?" Dean looked in his rear view mirror to look over the angel. He looked normal. Messy hair, tan trenchcoat. Everything in order. Very much unlike his life. "Whatever. What exactly are Sam and I doing for you?"

Castiel shifted in the backseat uncomfortably. "About 17 years ago, the angels were charged with watching a young boy who had just been born. None of us knew why, but Michael had deemed it necessary so the heavenly host took turns watching over him. After he turned 12, we lost him. No one in heaven could find him. Not Michael, not Raphael, not any angel.

"We had mostly given up on looking for him until we starting receiving prayers from a woman about 18 months ago asking us to find her son for her, because the boy's father wasn't helping. She said he had disappeared. This was our charge's mother. So, naturally, we sent out cohorts of angels to find him.

"We've been dry on leads until you ran into that boy earlier today, Dean. He was like the child we were charged with looking after. After realizing this, I managed to track down some others like them. I would approach them myself but they would not trust me."

Dean stared at the angel in a mix of anger, confusion, and curiosity. He looked over to his brother who was sleeping peacefully in the passenger seat. A thought struck him. "What makes these kids so special? What are they, vessels?"

Castiel looked at the righteous man. "No. Well, most of them are not. There are a select few that are far in between. When they do come around, they are very dangerous." Castiel leaned forward in his seat. "Take a right here. I can sense them. There's three in a clearing about a mile from the road. "

Dean turned the wheel hard to the right and pulled the car to a stop. He silently leaned over and lightly shook his brother awake. "Hey, Sammy," he whispered. "Cas is here. We're going to go look for these kids. Come on."

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Percy slowly walked up to Bobby Singer's door in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. He was absolutely exhausted. He had been travelling for two days from where he had been hiding out somewhere in Georgia and he hadn't gotten any sleep since he called his surrogate father. He held his pen nervously in his hand, eyeing the salvage yard nervously. Percy could feel something, or someone, moving silently around the piled cars.

With his experiences in the last year and a half, things lurking behind cars were probably out to either kill him or kidnap him. Mostly the latter. Gaea would do anything to get her hands on the son of Poseidon at this point. She had realized a long time ago that Percy was too important of a game piece to have fighting against her. He reached out with his senses but felt nothing out of the ordinary.

Percy finally reached the door of his father figure and hesitantly knocked. He hadn't seen Bobby Singer since before he discovered he was a demigod and had virtually disappeared from Bobby's world.

The door swung open and a man, looking to be in his late fifties to early sixties. He was in a wheelchair and Percy froze in shock. What the Hades had happened to person he had idolized for as long as he could remember? Why was he in a wheelchair, and why did he look so depressed?

"Well, boy. Are you gonna come here and give an old man a hug? I'm not getting any younger."

Percy rushed forward and embraced the older man. Percy tried to relax into the arms of Bobby but the feeling that something was there wouldn't go away. If anything, it was getting worse. "What's wrong, Jackson?"

Percy reluctantly pulled back from Bobby's hold. "Something's here. You can't feel that?"

He felt a cold breeze across his back and froze. Last time he had felt that, he had gone on the run that has lasted for 18 months so far. "Aw, Perce. I'm so proud of you. And who's this?"

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Hi guys! I'm done with finals (YAY) the last day of school is tomorrow, I turn 15 on Sunday and get my permit on Monday. Life is pretty good right now.

Hope you liked this chapter and sorry for the long wait :/

-endev out