Percy had been on the run for months now. He was starting to get tired of always looking over his shoulder, always being lonely, always having to worry about others and never about himself. Although, he supposed he never would be able to worry about himself. At least not until this war was over. He had to find a way to defeat Gaea and keep the campers as well as the mortals safe and out of harm's way.

He had already accepted that there wasn't a way he could keep the campers out of this conflict, and that he would have to defeat Gaea on his own. He knew that someone was trying to slow his progress, and that was why he could never stop. He had a theory on what he could do, but he wasn't sure it would work. They might kill him, or worse, just ignore him. At least by killing him, Percy would know they had acknowledged him.

He also figured that the angel the older one was always around would probably help out some. Although, maybe not. The angel, whose name he couldn't remember, was probably busy trying to delay the Apocalypse in heaven. He had heard a lot about the angel. About his descent to hell to raise the righteous man (who, in Percy's opinion, was not very righteous) and his rebellious attitude in siding with the righteous man and the vessel of the devil.

Whatever the matter, he had made up his mind. This was the only solution that he could find, as going to the Romans was clearly not an option. Not what after happened when the Argo had returned home. Percy had already contacted the man he had spent so many years of his childhood with and hoped that Bobby Singer hadn't told the Winchesters that he was a demigod yet. He didn't think that would go over as nicely as he would hope.

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Thalia had already swung around and had her bow drawn before Clarisse had even managed to whip out the sword that hung at her hip. "Come out where we can see you," Thalia ordered into the darkness, but was met with silence.

Piper stepped next to Thalia with her knife in her hand. With charmspeak lightly laced into her voice, she softly spoke out, "Come out into the open and lower your weapons. We won't hurt you." With the last statement, she glared meaningfully at Thalia. With a few moments of hesitance, Thalia relaxed her bow string and pointed it to the ground.

There was a second or two of angry whispering before two figures stepped out of the bushes. Both were taller than average, although one was obviously taller than the other. The shorter one had short dark blonde hair and a very defined jaw. The taller one had about shoulder length brown hair but was obviously younger. Both looked like Percy had before he disappeared; battle hardened and haunted by things no person should ever have to see.

The older one stepped protectively in front of the taller one, and Thalia could see the tall one visibly hold himself back from snapping at the short one. "Who are you?" Blondie questioned.

Piper held her knife out in seeing the men who were much taller than the three of them. Besides that, each of them held a gun in their right hands and a silver dagger in their left. "My name is Piper. This is Thalia," she motioned with her head to the huntress, "and this is Clarisse."

The tall one shifted from foot to foot before opening his mouth to speak. "I'm Sam Winchester, and this is my brother Dean." He raised the gun in his right hand and pointed it at Thalia while his brother pointed his at Clarisse. "I think my brother asked the wrong question. What are you?"

A/N: I'm sorry, but this is a really short chapter. I wanted to end it there, but there will be a lot more from the Winchex coming up.