-squeals- DON'T KILL ME! And I'm also sorry for leaving for so long after dropping that bombshell.

Anybody out there playing Pokemon Go? It is currently my life. Or at least it was for the first few months after it came out. Of course I got seriously pissed when I ran out pokeballs only to see a Blastoise appear. Fml.

BIG NEWS: With this chapter I'm reaching 100,000 posted words! w Thank you guys so much for all of your support over the past year and how many months and sorry I've been so absent lately.

"You've been staring at the card for two hours Sammy. Don't you think that if there was something more to it that you would've figured it out already?" Dean complained.

"If I angle it just right under the light an owl appears in the background," Sam said in a quiet voice, not really paying attention to Dean.

"And why is that important? Last I checked there were no owl monsters," Dean responded.

He collapsed into the chair across from his brother and took a big bite out of the cheeseburger in his hand. Sam had no idea where he packed all that food, but what he did know was that if Dean wasn't killed on some hunt, he would die from a heart attack.

"No monsters, but plenty of connections in mythology," Sam said, "The only problem is that mythology is quite extensive since we don't know which culture it applies to and it could be detrimental if we get it wrong."

Dean set his burger down. His appetite was still there, but he at least recognized the problem at hand, "It's almost seven. We should probably get going."

"Huh?" Sam replied before Dean's words registered. "Oh. Right. Got the silver bullets?"

"And the salt ones. And the holy water. I've got almost everything, Sammy. Even lamb's blood. Don't ask," Dean responded, sticking his gun in the back of his pants.

Sam stuffed the card in his pocket and grabbed his own gun before exiting the room after Dean. Following a tourism map they found in the hotel lobby, the hunters began driving towards Central Park.

"Hey Sam, Central Park is quite big," Dean pointed out. "How exactly are we going to find two teenagers?"

"Call the number," Sam pointed out, reaching for his phone.

"No need," a voice responded from the shadows of the back seat.

The car swerved for a split second, and Dean narrowly clipped a hot dog cart. Sam had a death grip on the side of the seat, trying not to fly across the car from the sudden jerky movements.

"Dammit Cas!" Dean yelled.

"Try again- Cas is in heaven dealing with... some things," the voice said.

"Scorpio," Sam responded, his voice tense.

"The name's Nico," Scorpio said in a low voice, "And I don't think my boyfriend would appreciate you shooting a bullet into me."

Sam slowly dropped the gun he had hastily pulled out only moments earlier.

"I'm just here to deliver a location," Nico said, sounding bored as he glanced around the car.

He smirked as he picked up a stray cross with two fingers, "Nice decor. Anyway- we're waiting for you at Bethesda Fountain."

Nico melted into the shadows before Sam could say anything.

"Reminds me of Cas," Dean grumbled, "randomly appearing and disappearing. Scraps of information. It's strange."

Sam was still staring at the place where Nico had vanished, recalling the confrontation Nico and Cas had the previous night. He couldn't deny that Dean was right. There was something about that boy that reminded him of Cas, and it wasn't just his disappearing act.

Soon enough the Winchesters were walking towards Bethesda Fountain and quite the strange sight. Annabeth stood to one side, reading something from a pad of paper with her lips moving but no sound escaping. Nico was sitting on the edge of the fountain looking completely drained and drinking yellow gatorade. This wasn't the weirdest part by far.

To the side there was a blond, blue eyed boy chastising Percy, and they could just overhear the conversation, "I have a strict policy: no shadow travelling twice in one week- much less three times in two days! And you told Nico to shadow travel to give them the location of this stupid fountain and then get back by the same means? You, mister, are a terrible influence! I'm going to have to ban you from seeing Nico."

Percy stood there with wide eyes, completely flabbergasted by the comments the blond boy was making, "I- well I, ummm… I just thought- a little help here Annie?"

"Don't get me involved- I was all for letting the Losechesters call us instead with the phone number I gave them," Annabeth answered, not looking up from her papers.

Nico covered his mouth to keep from laughing too hard at the nickname the brothers had apparently acquired.

"That's a bit harsh don't ya think, blondie?" Dean half growled.

"Aw- is big bad Dean's pride hurt?"Annabeth mocked, finally looking up from whatever she was reading. "Let's get started shall we?"

"Hey now- we didn't finish our conversation," Dean protested.

"I didn't think there was one to begin with," Annabeth replied, taking a few metal disks and stoppered test tubes out of her messenger bag and holding out a small disk to her boyfriend. "Percy, if you don't mind."

"I still don't understand what I'm supposed to do," Percy grumbled, taking it from her hand.

"Would you mind explaining it before we go through with any of this?" Sam asked, still wary of the teens in front of him.

"I don't know what the exact logistics of it are, but right now we need one of the four elements to be enchanted, as well two contrasting ideas," Annabeth began.

"How can you use contrasting ideas in a spell?" Sam questioned.

"You'll see," Annabeth said, glancing at Percy, who realized she was still waiting for him.

"Oh! Oh- right," Percy said, "How do I enchant it again?"

Annabeth sighed in exasperation before tearing off a piece of the paper she had with her and handing it to hand, "Just recite this over the water."

"Right," Percy responded, staring blankly at the paper. "You know I have dyslexia right?"

"It's in Greek Seaweed Brain!" Annabeth shouted at him.

"I'm reading, okay!" Percy yelled back.

He raised an orb of water from the fountain and began chanting off the paper as it floated closer to the disk in his hand. A gunshot rang out in the air and the water orb fell to the ground, splashing across the blades of grass in the silence.

THINK CAREFULLY BEFORE KILLING ME. And Nico's angelishness will most likely be addressed in the next chapter when it's from the demigods' point of view since they actually know about it. I know I'm dragging most of this out too long but I'm also trying not to rush it so you're like "What just happened," in the utterly confused sense.

ALSO- it's hell week for my drama club. I'm technical director and we're doing The Miracle Worker. Terrible play for a high school. I wouldn't blame people if no one showed up. For some reason unknown to me, most of lights and sound (everything tech director directs) isn't very friendly with me and I don't know why and it makes me sad…. Can I get a hug?