A/N~ Hello, my lovelies! This new story is in celebration of Uncle Rick's newest series - Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard. The preview of the first book came out today, and it is FANTASTIC!

New Orleans:

It was the middle of Mardi Gras. While most people were celebrating with strings of colorful beads, masks, and tequila shots, Sam and Dean Winchester were in a graveyard, trying to hunt down a vengeful spirit.

"Why are we in here, hunting ghosts, instead of out there, drinking?" Dean complained, again.

"For the last time, Dean, Cas sent us here. Apparently there's something huge going on right now." Sam responded, getting a little ticked off.

Suddenly, the Winchester brothers heard a boy shouting up ahead. They looked at each other for a moment, wondering if it was a trap. Then they heard it: the unearthly shriek of a ghost. Sprinting ahead, Sam pulled out a bad of rock salt and a lighter, while Dean grabbed his gun. Bursting into a clearing, the hunters saw what might be the weirdest thing that either of them had ever seen: a thirteen year old boy with olive skin; long, black hair; and all black clothes. He had a pure black sword out, and was pointing it at a group of about twenty or more ghosts. Behind the boy was the biggest hellhound either of them had ever seen, frolicking among the graves. It almost seemed like the hellhound was the boy's pet, considering that it was wearing a collar and tags, but that was ridiculous!

"Sammy, you take care of the ghosts, I'll handle the hellhound." Dean whispered. Sam nodded, and they split up.

Sam was almost to the ghosts when they started to attack the boy. Instead of freaking out like a normal kid would have, the boy just look mad. "You dare to attack your king?" He shouted.

Before Sam could even move, the kid had sliced through half of the ghosts, disintegrating them. The remaining ghosts froze.

"Unless you want 'attacking the Ghost King' on your list when you go in front of the judges," The boy said calmly, "I advise you all go to beg forgiveness from my father."

With that, all of the ghosts vanished.

The boy then turned to see Dean about to shoot the hellhound. Quicker than lightening, he pulled a silver blade out of his jacket pocket and threw it at Dean, pinning him to a nearby tree. The boy called out, "I suggest you don't attack my cousin's pet, unless you have a death wish." Then he turned to where the hellhound was and whistled.

"Mrs. O'Leary, come here girl!"

The hellhound bounded over to him and licked his face. As the boy climbed onto the monster's back, Dean found his voice.

"Who the Hell are you?" He asked.

The boy just looked at him and smirked. "You can call me Nico. Nico di Angelo." Then the hellhound bounded into the shadows of a tree, and the hellhound and its rider vanished. Sam looked at Dean for a minute or two before asking "You saw that too, right?"

Dean didn't say anything and just nodded.

A/N: For all of you that have read this chapter, if you could please comment to thank my amazing ninja friend for typing this up for me, otherwise I don't know when this chapter would have been published. Thanks, and I love you all for reading!