This will probably be the last time you guys get a little A/N from me, but I want to make one thing clear: I put Nico's full name on here but I "misspelled" it. You'll see why soon, just wanted to tell you guys so you won't ask me, "You know it's Angelo, right?" I'm very aware of how to spell Nico's name. Okay, that's it. Read on!

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"Guys, I can take care of myself," Percy protested the next day, during breakfast in the kitchen. I've fought in two wars. I'm pretty sure I can handle it."

After last night's fiasco, Sam decided to figure out who had brought Percy back. But all the brothers got out of the demigod was that it was a demon wearing a kid named Nico di Angle-or something like that's suit. After that, Dean had called Sam an idiot because, "The kid barely told us anything about what had happened."

It wasn't until Percy had told them about the Guardians and the battle that they fought with the Boogeyman, which Dean still can't wrap his head around that thought, when the demigod finally told Sam and Dean about what his friends had done and the demon bringing Percy back to life. Thanks to that info, the brothers were finally on to something now.

But then came the problem with Percy.

Now, Dean knew that the demigod wasn't such a bad kid, it was just the situation he was put in that made him out to be a troubled kid. Yet so far, Percy hadn't done anything too severe to make him labeled as one, though.

Well, there was that little skirmish with the hellhound, Dean thought, leaning back from the table. But he would hardly call the kid troubled from that one experience.

Either way, both Sam and Dean agreed to keep an eye on the kid since, thanks to Jason, there was something after the demigod. So, they planned on switching roles of babysitting the prince of the fishies every so often, as to not draw Percy's attention on what their plan was.

The only problem besides Percy was, that, they needed a plan. But even that backfired when the demigod himself stepped into the kitchen the next morning and heard what Sam and Dean were up to.

"We never said that you couldn't, Percy," Sam replied. "It's just-"

"You're worried something might happen to me?" Percy interrupted, sounding surprisingly defeated.

Damn.

Dean had seriously underestimated how smart the kid was, right then and there.

"Guys, I'm fine." Percy sighed. "Really. I don't need a babysitter."

"Don't think of it as babysitting," Dean jumped in. "More like...keeping an eye on your every move so you don't do anything stupid."

He grinned as the young demigod rolled his eyes. "So," Percy commented. "Basically, you're babysitting me."

Dean shrugged. "If that's what you want to call it."

"It's bad enough my friends do it to me, now you guys?" Percy grumbled. "I've barely done anything since I've hung out with you guys."

"We just want to make sure that nothing...unexpected happened when you're by yourself," Sam continued, ignoring Dean as per usual.

The younger brother stood up and made his way over to the sink to wash his plate and place it in the dishwasher before facing back to the two boys that remained sitting at the table. "I need to get some supplies for the ritual, we're almost out of the normal stuff."

"Ritual?" Percy scrunched his eyebrows together in confusion. "Why are you doing a ritual?"

"So that we can summon the bastard that killed you," Dean answered, also getting up from his seat and placing his platter in the sink as well and mimicked Sam's stance, leaning against the counter, facing Percy.

He looked over to Sam. "I can go get the ingredients. We're running low on food anyways."

"Can I come?" Percy piped up.

Dean exchanged an uncertain glance with his brother. "I don't think that's such a good idea, Percy," Sam slowly stated.

"Oh, c'mon, Sam!" Percy complained. "I promise I won't cause any trouble." He turned to Dean and gave the elder Winchester a sad-puppy look. "Please, Dean?"

He reminded Dean of a baby seal who needed help. Dean mentally cursed. Damn baby seal eyes. Percy was almost as bad as Sam and his puppy-dog eyes.

Dean sighed. Why did he have to be friends with someone who looked like a helpless baby seal? It was like Percy and Sam knew that those eyes were Dean's weakness. He couldn't say no to those eyes.

Dean knew he shouldn't have looked.

He groaned. "Why am I always cursed with the freaking puppy-dog eyes? What did I do?" He rubbed his face. "Fine," he relented, then pointed to Percy. "But you have to promise not to get into any trouble whatsoever."

"I solemnly swear." Percy raised his right hand and grinned at him.

Dean heard Sam's soft chuckle coming from the right of him. He couldn't help but give a slight huff of a laugh as well. Percy knew how to break the tension in the air, whether it being a goofball or just knowing what to say.

Dean walked towards the door and paused before turning back around and staring Percy down. "I mean it, Percy. No doing any of your weird, freaky hydrokinetic thingy."

Percy made a thoughtful expression, before replying. "So, that means I can't do this?"

Before Dean could answer him, there was a mouthful of water raining down on top of him, soaking him from head to toe.

Dean sighed and closed his eyes in defeat. "That is exactly what I mean." He didn't even know what the kid did to make him soaked, but he didn't want to find out.

He turned back around and headed to his room to change-again. "We leave in ten."

He could sense the kid's mock salute to his back, if Sam's snickers meant anything. "Yes, Mom," Percy's voice echoed back to him.

Dean shook his head.

Somewhere in the back of his head, there was a part of Dean who thought that this trip would turn out to be a pain in his ass.

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It was beginning to rain when Dean and Percy got back into the car. Thankfully, nothing eventful went down while they were getting the essential supplies they needed, much to Dean's surprise.

So, Dean decided to treat Percy by buying some candy. Percy gave him an odd look, but shrugged his shoulders and took the sweets anyways, saying a quick, "Thanks," before shoving the blue pieces of the candy into his mouth. Dean quirked the side of his lips, unsure of why the kid was doing that, when said kid saw him and explained about the blue.

"It's a thing my mom and I do," Percy had told the older brother, as they were cruising down the road.

"Okay." Dean nodded and took some of the candy from Percy's hands, to which he received a slap from him, making the older hunter chuckle.

As the two boys continued down the path that led to the bunker, the rain began to pour harder when suddenly, Dean heard a little shout.

He glanced into his rearview mirror, but there was nothing behind them. He shrugged it off, thinking it was his baby telling him that she needed an oil change or something.

Dean returned his focus back on the road in front of him and cranked the radio up. He saw Percy grin from his peripheral vision when the scream came back, louder this time.

Now, he knew he wasn't imagining it because he sensed more than saw Percy tensing up in the passenger seat next to him. He saw the demigod swivel his head to look for the ominous sound.

"You heard that too?" Dean asked, glancing between the demigod and the road.

Percy gave him a curt nod, his attention focused on the trees rushing past them. "Yeah. It's probably nothing." Percy sounded unconvinced but Dean didn't push.

"What is it?" Dean couldn't help but ask. After all, the kid looked like he was on the look-out for a threat to them.

Percy didn't answer him, just narrowed his eyes and studied the blurs of the trees, reaching into his pocket for his pen.

Dean cautiously drove down the road, keeping his ears and guard up for anything unnatural activity.

That was, until Percy yelled out, "Dean!" at the same time as the scream came back, sounding like a person in trouble.

Dean slammed on the brakes, mentally apologizing to his baby as they skidded to a stop. But Percy was out the door before the car could even get to a complete halt.

"Percy!" Dean called out to the runaway demigod, who was sprinting into the woods. Dean cursed under his breath, and opened he glove compartment in search for his gun before he too, got out of the car and rushed into the woods to follow Percy.

"Dammit, kid," Dean muttered under his breath, as he chased the black-haired demigod. "I'm gonna beat the hell outta you if you're not okay." Man, this kid could run.

Dean finally found Percy, by the sounds of swords clanging and curse words being shouted out. He was expecting another hellhound who brought a friend. He was not expecting the scene in front of him.

Percy was fighting against a group of women, who weren't exactly...women. Well, the top half of them were the bodies of women, but from hips down, they were...was that reptile  skin?

Dean couldn't help but stare at the women in fascinated horror as they slashed and sliced at Percy, and vice versa. Dean finally shook off his daze when he heard Percy cry out in pain.

Dean aimed the gun at one of the reptile ladies and turned the safety off. "Hey, fugly!"

He shot the nearest one, but the bullet ricocheted off the target, not even making a dent.

The reptile lady turned around, annoyed, and gave him a glare before returning her focus on the now-struggling Percy. Damn it. That wasn't what Dean wanted to happen.

"Shit," Dean said, running up to the half-circle that was now surrounding Percy. The kid was slowly trying to get to his feet, one hand using the tree to help him keep his balance.

Somehow, Dean managed to get to his side before the kid fell over. He could see the rain flowing towards Percy's wounds, but the demigod was still wobbly.

Dean stepped in front of Percy, despite the kid's protests, and picked up a fallen sword from one of the deceased women and pointed it at the reptile lady in front of him.

"You want him, you gotta get through me first," Dean challenged.

The women sneered at him and charged. They slashed at him, one of them succeeding in cutting into his flesh with her claws.

Dean grunted in pain as he fought of the remaining women as fast as he could, not sure how long he could last with a sword because, let's be honest, he's not too familiar with a long blade. Sure, his father taught him and Sam, but just enough to know how to handle a sword when there's a vamp, but to fight with a sword in a swordfight?

Well, it's not like their blood could poison me like vampires', Dean thought as he slashed back at the woman who had cut his arm, and hitting her in a fatal blow. Finally.

When the reptile lady turned to dust, Dean turned to the others and his stomach dropped. He couldn't fight these women by himself.

He was wishing that these women would freaking die already, you bitch, when the most bizarre thing happened to the reptile ladies.

They started to look as if they were being controlled by a puppeteer. Dean was confused at this, but when he turned around, he realized what was going on. And he was slightly terrified by the scene.

There he was, Percy standing upright and holding out his hand, his eyes shut tightly in concentration. Sweat mixed rain dripped down his face as he balled his outstretched hand into a fist, making the reptile ladies scream out in pain. Dean turned back just in time to see the reptile ladies dissolve into golden dust just as the hellhound did back on the side of the road.

Dean couldn't believe what he just saw. Percy went full out Hama from Avatar: The Last Airbender. And that was some scary shit.

He spun around to ask Percy what the hell had just happened, but when he saw the kid, his fear evaporated into concern when he saw how pale Percy was. His eyes were dull and dazed, and he seemed to be half-conscious. He would've fallen if Dean hadn't caught him just in time.

"Easy there, kiddo," Dean murmured, wrapping an arm around the injured demigod's waist. "I gotcha."

He half-carried, half-dragged Percy back to the Impala. Thankfully, it had stopped raining after the skirmish, but it was still muddy as hell.

Dean couldn't help but think of what Percy had down with the whole bloodbending the reptile ladies. He knew that Percy had power, an aura surrounding him when he had first met the kid, but knowing that the demigod could bend someone else's blood? Was that even a thing?

"Scythian Dracaena," Percy mumbled suddenly.

Dean was startled at the way Percy's voice croaked and almost dropped the kid, but he reclaimed his grip just as fast. "What?"

"Those reptile ladies." Percy winced as he was shifted to where he wouldn't fall. "They're known as Scythian Dracaena. Or reptile women." 

"I thought those were gorgons," Dean said, making sure that Percy wasn't hurting as much through their trudging.

"No." Percy tried to get away from Dean, but he could barely hold himself up. "The gorgons are like Medusa, with the snake hair." He tried tugging his arm away. "'M fine, Dean."

Dean snorted. "Yeah, sure you are, kid."

They reached the Impala after about twenty minutes of sloshing through the mud. Dean sighed in relief. They were almost to the car, which was good, because the older brother was pretty sure Percy was ready to pass out.

He carried Percy the rest of the way to the car, making his way to the back-passenger's side. He carefully placed the kid down on the ground before opening the car door and picking the demigod back up, laying him down across the seat.

Percy pawed at Dean as he was being settled. "Told you, 'm fine. You're hurt too."

Dean glanced down at his arm, that was slightly bleeding. "Oh yes. I'm totally going to die from the slow trickle of blood that's currently running down my arm, unlike you who is up and jumping around."

He took this chance to really look the kid over. Aside from the concussion and the cuts and bruises, Percy seemed fine. Until, he flipped the demigod onto his stomach and lifted his shirt up and saw his back.

Percy's back was covered with bruises like his torso, but the one thing that really grabbed Dean's attention was the two deep cuts that went from Percy's shoulder down to the small of his back. It wasn't deep, thank god, but the demigod was losing blood at an alarming rate.

Dean raced around to the trunk and snatched the extra first-aid kit hidden deep in the shadows and made his way back to the helpless Percy.

Said kid was rummaging around in the cooler Dean kept underneath the front seats when the older brother returned.

"We don't have any water, Percy," Dean said, but Percy didn't seem to hear him. He just kept muttering, "Where is it? Where?"

Dean studied him a bit longer before he found his legs and willed them to move closer to the delirious demigod when he heard the kid starting to hyperventilate.

He gently took Percy's shoulder, turning the kid around so that the elder hunter to take a look at him. The kid looked like hell, his face was pale, his eyes were sunken in, his usual messy hair was stringy, covered in sweat and rain. His sea-green eyes were crazed and wild instead of the dazed glare he had before the two boys had reached the car. And his breathing picked up its pace so Percy was borderline hyperventilating.

"Percy," Dean slowly said, hoping to not frighten the kid any more than he already was by talking like one who would comfort a cornered animal. "It's okay, kiddo. You need to slow your breathing down so you won't pass out. We'll go back to the bunker where there's water. I promise."

Thankfully, Percy heard him and his quick-rate breaths began to be more slow-paced. Dean wasn't sure what the hell had happened, but something obviously went down before Dean had gotten to him.

"T-they said I'll b-be back d-down there," Percy stammered out. "The r-reptile ladies weren't n-normal monsters. They-they showed me v-visions of...of..." Percy started to hyperventilate again.

"Hey, hey." Dean placed a careful hand on the demigod's quivering shoulder and gently turned him over to where he was sitting somewhat upright. "C'mon, Perce. Breathe like me, yeah? Just like me." He grabbed Percy's hand and placed it on his chest. "Feel that? Nice and slow."

Percy took a few stuttering breaths until after a few minutes those breaths turned into normal breathing.

"You okay?" Dean calmly asked. He knew the kid had to be anything but, yet he wanted to make sure.

Percy gave him a slow nod in reply, still trying to keep his breathing calm.

The older brother nodded his head once. "Alright. Let's get back to the bunker."

He lightly pushed the demigod back against the seta to where he was lying down. Dean shut the door as quietly as he could and hurried over to the driver's side and started the engine.

"Hang in there, Percy," Dean muttered under his breath as he raced his baby down the dirt path as fast as she could go to the bunker. "You're going to be just fine."

Dean was going to do everything in his power to figure out what the hell is going on.