Supernatural Crossover, by Chelsea_Delos

-The ONE With The Kidnappers-

“Percy’s on a hunting trip and he hasn’t been home in a few days.” A worried Annabeth anxiously tells her boyfriends old protector, Grover. The two are standing together on the edge of the deck leading from the big house where Annabeth bid goodbye to Percy a week ago, he was supposed to return two days ago and now is about when the panic starts to set in. Even for a demigod, Percy was good at checking in and telling Annabeth where he was and what he was doing. Grover was trying to tell Annabeth that she shouldn’t worry because Percy was a big boy but even he could not reach Percy through their bond.

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Percy dozily sat up in the uncomfortable wooden chair that he must’ve fallen asleep in earlier. He went to raise his wrist in order to wipe the drool from his chin when he noticed that his arms were tied to the chair. For a split second Percy panicked before remembering the two men who caught him killing that Hydra earlier.

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Sam and Dean Winchester watched in amusement as the younger man struggled in the chair that they tied him to earlier. Sam tucked his long hair behind his ear and looked at young man that struggled before them, seeing a hunter in him. A hunter like him with everything forced atop of him by a higher power. Fate, destiny, all of that crap.

Dean looked at the kid and wondered how he claimed he wasn't a hunter. The kid had weapons and fighting skills that took both brothers to defeat. He was either possessed or lying. Either way, Dean was going to get it out of him. “Kid, you drool in your sleep.” Dean says to the kid tied to the chair.

“Believe it or not, you're not the first person to notice that.” Percy says remembering the first time he talked to Annabeth. Annabeth, she must be worried sick! He hasn't been able to contact her and he was already over schedule with the hydra. Ever since the giant war Percy has always told someone where he was going and for approximately how long. He’d never been over his own deadline. Until now.

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Dean grabbed a bottle of Holy water from his leather jacket and walked towards the young man. “Let's see if you're a demon.” He says as he tips the contents of the liquor bottle on his head. The boy didn't flinch but Sam noticed one of the cuts on his temple disappear.

“Dean-” Sam started but Dean cut him off and held up his next weapon. A bag of salt. Dean poured the salt on the boy but there was still no reaction.

“Excuse me, but if you're trying to say I smell could you at least give me some deodorant.” Percy cracked a joke and an amused smile appeared of his kidnappers faces. The short one throwing stuff on him frowned pretty quickly after that. The taller one stood back almost as if he was keeping guard. Like they expected comapny. Percy just wanted to get back to camp.

Dean looks at his array of knives and takes a silver one out. Silver ought to do it. He thinks to himself. This demon shouldn’t survive that. Sam grabs Dean’s shoulder and tries to make him look at him but Dean swats him away saying that he's almost done.

“Dean!” Sam finally yells to get his brother to listen to him. Once Dean has something in his head. He won’t stop.

“Just a sec.” Dean calls back annoyed at Sam.

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Dean doesn't hesitate as he presses the sharpened blade into the potential demons skin and frowns when he just sits there unmoved. Dean couldn't figure out why the boy wasn't reacting to anything but was such a skilled fighter and carried a sword...His sword! Dean suddenly remembered.

“Okay kid, what happened to your sword?” Dean questions Percy.

“I dropped it.” Percy replies straightly. He was struggling to reach the ballpoint pen in his back pocket when Dean--as the tall one called him-- asked him about his sword. His hands instantly dropped as he though he'd been caught.

“Why on earth are you not reacting to anything!” Dean explodes.

“Dean-” Sam starts. “When you poured holy water on him, the cut on his forehead healed.” Sam finally spits out. Dean stops studying Percy and turns to his brother.

“Get me some more holy water.” Dean commands Sam.

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Percy sits there quietly and rolls his eyes. These boys were starting to piss the crap outta him. They kept calling him demon and he couldn't figure out what type of monsters they were. No monsters he'd heard of had ever not known what a demigod was. Maybe they weren't Greek. Percy wonders if there's new religion and beliefs about to be thrown in with Greek, Roman and Egyptian. Honestly, he wouldn't be surprised. He looked down to his arm where the short Dean guy had cut his arm with a silver knife.

The tall guy with cool hair approaches Percy and holds a jug of what Percy can only guess to be holy water.

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Sam bites his lip in a seconds pause before he proceeds to tip the water on the young mans arm where Dean had cut. The water hits the cut and the cut disappears. Dean draws a breath in tightly and Sam looks into the eyes of their hostage. He doesn't look evil. Sam thinks, but then again, neither did...Ruby. Sam frustratedly tips the whole jug of water on the boy. Dean grabs a towel for Sam to give to him but when Sam goes to hand it to him but is surprised to see the he is completely dry.

Dean walks up to their hostage and demands his name. “My name is Percy, Percy Jackson.” The boy says tiredly. Sam can't link that name with any of his knowledge.

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Dean angrily looks at Percy and squats down until he's eye level with him. “Look, Percy, you're going to tell me exactly who you are or...I'm going to torture it from you. And trust me, when I got dragged down to hell, I learnt from the best.” Dean offers up the bargain with a smirk on his face.

“Why don't you tell me exactly what you are, monster before I send you back to Tartarus.” Percy replies to Dean who shrugs.

“The hard way it is then.” Dean tells Percy wondering what on earth Tartarus is.

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Percy wonders why the Dean monster called it, Hell not, Tartarus. And what did he mean when he said he learnt from the best? And got dragged to hell? What monsters get dragged to hell? The Dean monster came back with a gleaming silver knife that had teeth on the backside of it.

Percy reached for his pocket again searching for riptide. His hand gripped around it as the Dean monster started talking bullshit again. Percy groaned as he lunged his hand forewords to loosen the ropes and tighten his grip on Riptide. He fumbled with the pen finding the perfect position to cut both his ropes at once. Percy looked down to the floor and noticed for the first time the weird symbols on the floor They were shaped into a star of some sort, it almost looked like they were trying to trap him in it. He shook away his confusion and focused on getting out.

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Sam walked around the back of Percy and noticed that he was gripping a blue ballpoint Bic pen. The thing probably only cost 20 cents but he looked to be gripping it for his life. Sam bent down to grab it from Percy's hand but before he could grab it a blade sprung from it and cut through the ropes. Percy jumped out from the chair and kicked Dean in the face sending Dean flying backwards. Sam grabbed the demon knife and faced Percy. Sam struck first sending the knife flying towards Percy’s face. Percy blocked the blade with riptide and struck again quickly aiming for the stomach. Sam moved his arm into the way and the sword struck his wrist instead. Sam ignored it and continued to fight. The pair rallied back and forth for a few moments before Dean got back up and into the fight.

“You son of a bitch!” Dean cried at Percy.

“What type of monsters are you?” Percy cries as he struggles to hold both men of him.

Notes

So because I am such a SPN Nerd I decided to write a crossover because I've been wanting too since like season three but I've finally had this idea!

P.S Who else can't wait until Jan 20?