Queenie: Okay, guys this is the rewrite of It Was All an Illusion. And I hope you all like it. I'm pretty sure the differences from the last story to this one will be obvious.

In old Greek Mythology, you hear great stories of the gods. All powerful beings that rule from their place on Mount Olympus. They are in many tales, but they are usually not the main characters of those stories. No, their half-mortal children the demigods or half-bloods are the heroes of the old tales. There is Hercules the son of Zeus, or his other son Perseus the slayer of Medusa, and many more. These heroes have been memorialized in legend, but they weren't just made up legends.

Just as the gods aren't mere myths told in old stories. The gods of Olympus are real, and even still today they have children with mortals. How do I know this? Because I am one of these children. I am Rhea Singer daughter of Hecate the goddess of Magic and the Mist. I didn't ask to be a half blood because being a half blood is dangerous. It can get you killed. It can tear your life apart. My father hadn't been planning to be a father when my mother left me on his front doorstep with a note explaining who and what I was.

I know most people could have just sent me to some orphanage, but that man took care of me for as long as possible. And despite not being completely human, he treated me like one, and didn't see me as the monsters he dealt with daily. You see, my father is a Hunter. Someone who hunts supernatural creatures that do cause harm to people. He taught me a lot of what he knew, and while under his care, I met the Winchesters. I spent a lot of time with John Winchester's two sons—Sam and Dean—and came to see them as family. However, when I turned sixteen, the happy life I was leading came to an end.

I had trouble with monsters coming for me before due to my heritage, but my father managed to keep me safe every time. However, this time John had been involved, and let's just say he wasn't as understanding about my heritage as my father was. It led to an argument between my father and John. One that ended with my father shooting at John to get him to leave. Not wanting to cause any more trouble, I contacted a man named Brunner. He had come to my father's house before to talk to us about a safe haven for people like me. Even though my father declined the offer, Brunner left his number in case we changed our minds.

After calling him, he came to get me, and I left without informing my father. I only left a note explaining my decisions and why I left. Brunner, whose actually name is Chiron, took me to this safe haven known as Camp Half-Blood.

I was quickly claimed by my mother, Hecate, but since Hecate hadn't had her own cabin at the time, I had been shoved into the Hermes Cabin. I grew close to the head counselor Luke while I was there, and even though we were the same ages, I looked up to him almost as an older brother. Which is why it nearly killed me to learn of his betrayal. I won't lie by saying I hadn't been tempted a time or two to join Luke to fight for Kronos.

My own mother and most of my siblings had even been on the side of Kronos since we didn't really have our own place in the camp. I stayed with the rest of the camp, however, to fight on the side of the gods in the war...we won, but...Luke didn't make it. After all that was over, Percy had all the gods swear to claim their children, and that all half-bloods have their own cabin at camp, even the children of the smaller gods and goddesses like me.

I couldn't stick around though, which is why I took off to have my own life outside of camp. It's been almost three years since I left camp, and so far I'm not dead. I'm sure my luck won't keeping holding on though. But that's not going to stop me from living my life to the fullest. I'll just have to keep going. Put one foot in front of the other. That's really all anyone can do these days.

"Rhea…Rhea…Rhea Ann Singer!"

I jumped at my dad's loud voice while looking up from the spell book I had in my hands. My dad—Bobby Singer—shook his head at me as he was holding some papers in his hand.

"Didn't you hear me calling for you?" Bobby asked.

"No." I replied while grinning sheepishly. "Sorry?"

Bobby snorted shaking his head before walking over to me to hold out the papers to me. I blink before reaching out to take the papers out of his hand. I looked at the papers seeing they were printed out sheets of a local paper to a small town in Iowa. My dyslexia did make it slightly difficult, but from I made out of it is that some frat kid was killed. And the only eye witness claims it was some mysterious killer.

"I take it this is your way of saying, to go take a job." I said as I set my book to the side. "If you wanted me out of the house so bad, you just had to say so."

I got up with Bobby lightly cuffing me over the head once I was on my feet. I lightly chuckled as Bobby shook his head at me.

"Just get Circe, get in the car, and go check it out, ya idjit." Bobby said. "I'm tired of you both laying around the house. Can't get a moment to myself with you two females around monitoring how I take care of myself."

"We just worry about you, Dad." I said while lightly kissing his cheek.

He frowned in return, but I could tell he wasn't really upset. But I suppose Circe and I kind of baby him while we're here. We bring healthier food into the house, and make sure the beer is as scarce as possible. I suppose we should just be lucky he hasn't kicked us out the door earlier.

"But to give you some time to go off the diet we are trying to keep you on, we'll go." I said. "I'm sure Circe is looking for something to do."

"You know, when you told me you were coming home, bringing a roommate wasn't in the deal." Bobby grumbled as he headed for the kitchen to probably start on some unhealthy food.

I shook my head in amusement while knowing Bobby didn't really mind the addition to their little family. Circe actually came from a similar background like Rhea. Born into a hunter family, but eventually had to move to Camp Half-Blood for the safety of her family. She and I had quickly bonded over the similarities in our lives even though she came from Athena's cabin, and I'm just a daughter of a minor goddess. We were so close that when I decided to leave camp, she decided to tag along.

Ever since then we've been living with Bobby and taking on jobs to help people who are plagued by the supernatural. I knew taking on jobs could lead to running into the Winchesters, which I had decided a long time ago would be a bad idea. Mostly because the last time I saw John, he was telling Bobby I was a monster and not human. Then Sam and Dean thought I was dead, which is how I wanted to keep it. But if I was going to live outside camp, I wanted to help people for as long as I could cheat death, which is why all half-bloods do when managing to survive another day.

"Well, time to get to work." I said to myself while going to the steps. "Hey, Circe!"

I hurried up them and turned the corner upstairs to see a certain blonde poking her head out.

"What?" She asked.

"We've gotta a job." I said handing her the papers as I was passing her.

"Oh, are we grating on Bobby's nerves that bad?" She asked looking amused.

I just chuckled in return before ducking into my room. Most of our gear was already in our car, but we still needed to pack some clothes and such before leaving.

"Be ready in ten minutes." I called out my door before shutting it.

"Do we really have to go in there?" Circe asked frowning.

I sighed equally not as pleased as I was looking up at the church in front of us. Other people were entering the church since the service hadn't started as of yet, and honestly I wanted to stay out of there as much as possible.

"When we asked around, we were told that the boy who was killed was last with the reverend's daughter." I said. "If we want firsthand information, we need to talk to her. So yeah…we have to go in."

"Half-bloods in a Christian Church," Circe said as she shook her head. "It's like the beginning of a bad joke."

I just hope none of the gods get offended. I sighed one more time before heading towards the church with Circe right beside me. To even look the part we bought some dresses at the local shop since neither of us really owned dresses. I don't think I even owned a skirt. Hard to fight for your life in a dress or skirt and heels. Hells are a really bad idea, but here we had them on.

"Hopefully it'll go by quickly." I said as we entered the building. "We'll catch Lori afterwards, ask our questions, and then agree not to come back again."

"I can work with that." Circe said. "Now here do you want to sit?"

She gestured to the pews with a quirked brow as I glanced around for possible exists besides the front door.

"Well, it looks as if we've only got the one door to get out." I said gesturing with my thumb over my shoulder at the door. "So I say the closest to the back is more preferable."

It would also give us a complete view of everyone else in the church, which put me more at ease.

"However, at least one of use needs to be near Lori." I continued. "It might make it easier to start conversation if she sees someone with a new face close by. Might have her coming to us instead of the other way around."

"True." Circe said then quickly added. "Not me!"

I frowned at her as she silently moved to seat in the back pew before I could argue. I sighed guessing it'd be me who was closer to the preachy…preacher. I shot Circe an annoyed look while she winked at me in return as I went to sit in the pew right behind Lori Sorensen. As I was sitting behind her and her friend, she turned to look at me curiously. I gave her a polite smile before looking up at the preacher as he went up to the front.

"Welcome." He said to everyone. "Today I have a special sermon for all of us."

I just hope this special sermon didn't take all day. The less time I spent here the better.

After twenty minutes into the sermon, I was ready to get up and leave, but knew it was important to stay for the entire thing. I don't have anything particularly against God, but I wasn't one of his "children". I didn't belong here with these church going people. These people who had no idea there were so many deities out there. So many gods and even goddesses. It just felt unnatural to be amongst these people while knowing so much more about their God than they did. As Rhea tried not to yawn, the Reverend continued to preach about Rich's passing.

"Our hearts go out to the family of the young man who perished." Reverend Sorenson said. "And my personal prayers go out as well because I believe he died protecting my daughter. And now as time heals all our wounds, we should reflect on what this tragedy means. To us as a church—!"

The Reverend was interrupted as the door to the church slammed causing everyone to look towards the back. I looked as well, with my eyes widening when seeing the two standing there. It couldn't be them, but I knew that even though they've gotten older since I last saw them…that it really was them. Dean and Sam Winchester. The two I've been avoiding for the last seven years. I quickly looked away from them as they looked around the church. I could just picture Sam's sheepish expression. The Reverend cleared his throat before he continued speaking again.

"As a community, and as a family." He said. "The loss person is particularly tragic. A life unlived is the saddest of passing."

Oh, believe me, Reverend, you're preaching to the choir. I let out a soft sigh as I crossed one leg over the other. I had to pull the skirt of the dress down since it rode up. I hated this thing.

"So, please, let us pray." Reverend Sorensen said. "For peace, for guidance, and for the power to protect our children."

Everyone started bowing their heads, but I was not about to pray. I glanced back at Circe carefully, so Dean and Sam didn't notice me, seeing she had her head bowed, but her eyes were open. I decided I might as well mimic the locals too by bowing my head. The prayer soon ended, and then after about an hour longer of my life being wasted, the church was dismissed. I stood up wanting to get out of there before I was noticed by the Winchester brothers. If they were here, John was probably around too. Definitely didn't want him to see.

"Hi," I voice spoke up shyly.

I mentally cursed before turning my head to smile politely at Lori and her friend who was looking at me as well.

"I don't think we've seen you around here before." She said. "Are you new to town?"

"Yes, actually." I said keeping the polite smile. "I transferred here with my friend from Ohio State. I'm Rhea."

Lori introduced her then her friend Taylor, and Taylor greeted me warmly with a big smile.

"Are you staying in the dorms?" Taylor asked.

"Yeah." I said nodding. "My friend—Circe—and I just need to get everything moved in."

"Great, then you can help me convince Lori to actually have some fun with us tonight." Taylor said.

Lori let out a sigh as the three of us started walking out of the church together. Though I did glance around nervously for Dean and Sam. When not seeing them, I mentally thanked any god who was listening for the great luck. I also didn't see Circe though, so I'm guessing she already ducked out.

"I told you, I can't." Lori said to Taylor. "It's Sunday night."

"Come on, it's going to be just us girls." Taylor said. "We're going to do tequila shots and watch Reality Bites."

Is that what normal college girls do? Didn't sound all that fun. I didn't even know what Reality Bites is. I guessing some kind of TV show.

"My dad makes dinner every Sunday night." Lori said.

"Come on, Lori." Taylor said. "I know it's been hard, but you are allowed to have fun."

Lori promised she would try, and Taylor sighed before turning her attention on me. She wanted me in on this?

"Well, Circe and I will be kind of busy moving in, but if we get finished in time, I'll see if I can get her to join in." I said smiling.

"Where is your friend anyway?" Taylor asked looking around.

I glanced around as well while finally spotting Circe actually walking towards us.

"Here she is." I said smiling at her as she joined us. "Circe, these are Taylor and Lori. They're going to be our dorm mates when we move into the doors today."

Circe smiled while easily falling into the lie I was telling the girls in front of us.

"Nice to meet you." Circe said.

Lori returned the greeting politely as Taylor excused herself after giving Lori a hug goodbye. I opened my mouth about to get to ask the questions we really wanted to ask when I sensed two people behind Circe and me.

"Are you Lori?" Sam's unmistakable voice asked.

I stiffened up with Circe quickly taking notice. She placed her hand on my arm while looking at me in concern. I glanced at her while certain my eyes showed how much I wanted to get out of here. Lori looked past me and Circe to Sam and Dean as I refused to turn my head.

"Yeah." She said.

"My name is Sam and this is my brother Dean." Sam introduced.

"Hi." Dean said.

Dean…he was right behind me. We haven't been this close since I was sixteen, and we were hiding out in Bobby's garage together. It was after John had that really bad fight with Bobby about me. Dean, who wasn't even sure what the fight was about, was comforting me after his dad left him and Sam with Bobby, which was unusual. He was telling me everything would be okay, but not long after that, I left…never to see him again. But now he's right behind me.

"Well, Lori, we'll see you at the dorms later." Circe spoke while knowing we needed to leave.

She didn't know why, but she knew if I was uncomfortable that something had to be wrong. It wasn't uncommon how well we read each other just by body language.

"Oh, okay." Lori said smiling at us. "Later, I can help you settle in, if you'd like."

"Sure." Circe said. "Thanks. Come on, we have to move our boxes in."

She nudged me playfully, and I glanced at her while nodding my head. I said my goodbyes to Lori then as calmly as possible moved away from Sam and Dean without looking back at them.

"What the hades is going on?" Circe asked me once we were out of earshot.

"Those guys behind us…they're Sam and Dean Winchester." I said.

Circe's eyes widened while knowing exactly who the Winchesters were. They've definitely been brought up a few times over the years.

"Oh styx." Circe said. "Well, this could complicate things.

I frowned thinking that was pretty much the understatement of the damn year in my book.

"What do you mean you want to drop the job?" Bobby asked.

I sighed as I leaned against the telephone booth I was in outside the gas station Circe and I stopped at. Said woman was inside the station getting us some junk food for the road. We had actually already left the town because I kept looking over my shoulder for Sam or Dean or both.

"Some other hunters came in." I said. "They can handle the job, and you know other hunters don't like sharing jobs."

Bobby was silent for a moment as I looked over my shoulder in time to see Circe leaving the gas station. She walked over to our 1970 Plymouth Road Runner that Bobby had given me when I returned three years ago. She waved at me while not seeming as if she was in a big hurry to leave as she put out things into the car then leaned against it.

"Rhea, you never just drop a job even if other hunters get involved." Bobby finally spoke up. "I remember you telling Roy and Walt where to get off at that time they tried to get you and Circe to butt of a hunt you four were doing. Now what is going on?"

I grimaced while knowing it was a pretty stupid hope that he wouldn't persist on questioning me.

"Dean and Sam are those hunters who showed up, Dad." I said honestly. "They were barely a foot behind me today. I was lucky they didn't see my face, and that I got away."

Bobby went silent for another second as I let out a shaky breath. I just couldn't go back knowing the two of them were there. I didn't want to chance them seeing me.

"Rhea, you always knew there could be a chance of you running into those boys again." Bobby said. "We've kept you being alive a secret for seven years, sweetheart. Don't you think it's time we stop telling this lie?"

I let out another breath while running my fingers through my dark brown hair.

"I don't know if I'm brave enough to." I said honestly. "I was away for four years completely living a life I couldn't possibly explain to them. Then I've spent the last three praying I never ran into them during jobs. I mean, I froze up just hearing their voices again."

Bobby let out a sigh as I straightened up in the telephone booth since I was feeling restless.

"If you can't face them then come home." Bobby said. "You can try to feed me that nasty health food you like so much, and hear your old man grumble about it."

I lightly chuckled with a smile pulling across my face. Leave it to Bobby, to make me feel better.

"But, Rhea, you have to know that you can't avoid them forever." Bobby continued. "There are going to be other times where you'll cross paths on jobs."

"I know," I said unhappily. "But I'd like to avoid it for as long as possible."

"I don't think I raised you to be a coward." Bobby pointed out.

"I know." I said sighing. "I just can't face them right now, Dad."

I honestly don't think I can handle it right now. Just hearing his voice again had completely petrified me in place. If I have to face them again, I want to do it when I can actually get myself to talk.

"Well, just come on home." Bobby said. "And make sure not to let Circe drive. I don't trust that girl behind the wheel."

I chuckled knowing Bobby didn't trust Circe one bit driving. Not since Circe backed up one of his newly fixed cars back into a pile of his crushed cars. It caused some of them to topple over, and Circe was lucky she managed to duck out of the car in time not to be squished. It's not really her fault though since that was her first time behind the wheel of a car. Her dad not had the chance to teach her to drive since she left for Camp Half-Blood when she was twelve, and has been there until we left three years ago. Bobby started teaching me how to drive when I was twelve, so I had the experience before I even went to camp.

"I promise, she won't get behind the wheel." I said. "See you back home."

Bobby said his goodbyes and we hung up. I stepped out of the phone booth while ready to get home. As I was stretching, I brought my hand down around my neckline, which had it brushing against the locket around my neck. I looked down at it while twisting it in my fingers. It had been a gift from Dean on my sixteenth birthday. I remember when he gave it to me exactly.

-FLASHBACK-

I let out a laugh after Dean said something funny as the two of us were laying back on the hood of one of Bobby's cars. We got away from the house for a bit of time together, and were mostly just looking up at the stars and talking. It was a long day of celebration with Sam making sure I had a very happy sixteenth birthday. He's a thoughtful kid, and the baby brother I always wanted. He even convinced Bobby to swing for cake and ice cream and Bobby even invited people over to the house, which he never does. Of course, only a very select few people showed up, but it was nice he and Sam did all that for me.

"Hey, Rhea," Dean started as he sat up on the hood as our laughter died down.

"Yeah?" I asked looking up at him.

"Um, I know I didn't do much today with your birthday." Dean said. "Sam and Bobby took care of everything and planned it all. But, um, I did get you something."

I sat up looking at him curiously as he reached inside his jacket pocket while enclosing his hand around something. He looked at me while grinning that grin I loved so much.

"Turn around and close your eyes." He instructed.

I quirked my brow at him wondering what he had in mind, and what he could possibly have in his hand.

"Come on." He said chuckling. "Don't you trust me?"

"Of course, I do." I said immediately.

I then turned around while closing my eyes as he had asked me to do. A few second later, I felt Dean moving my hair aside gently before putting what felt like a small metal chain around my neck. I felt something cool rest against my shirt as Dean finished putting what I guessed was a necklace around my neck.

"Okay," Dean whispered in my ear as he moved in closer behind me. "Open your eyes."

I did just that while looking down to see I had a silver locket resting around my neck, which had my eyes widening slightly. It wasn't anything too extravagant. In fact, it looked to be antique, but to me it looked beautiful in my eyes.

"Dean, it's amazing." I said smiling as I caressed it gently. "Where did you get it?"

"I might have stolen it out of that small antique store in town." Dean said chuckle as I leaned back into his chest. "It was just on display with a lot of old looking jewelry. The clerk had no idea I snagged it when I went in there the other day with Sammy."

I know most people might have scolded him for doing such a thing, but I just chuckled as I turned my head to look at him.

"I love it." I said. "Thank-you."

Dean grinned broadly then reached around me to gently take the locket from my hands. He opened it up white revealing a picture of me and him inside. I recognize the picture from one of the pictures we took at photo booth that had been at the town's annual fair this year. You couldn't see it in the picture, but Dean was holding me in his lap at the time. Then what was visible in the picture was Dean kissing my cheek as I had a large smile on my face.

"It might sound cheesy, but I guess, this is something for you to remember me by when we have to leave again." Dean said.

"I love it even more." I said. "I'll wear it always."

I leaned in to kiss Dean, and he smiled into the kiss while bringing me close to him.

-END OF FLASHBACK-

I continued looking at the locket while feeling a slight pang in my chest. I've kept it all this time, and even added a picture of Sam, which was taken when we were younger to the other side of it. The boys meant everything to me. And having this locket meant I was carrying a piece with them with me wherever I go. It was the most precious possession I own. But now perhaps it was time to allow myself the real deal, and see the boys again. However, now wasn't the right time for me. I couldn't handle it now.

"Hey, Rhea, you going to be okay?" Circe called out looking at me in concern.

I shook my head while taking a deal breath as I wanted over towards the car and my partner.

"I'll be fine." I said. "Let's just get home. I bet Dad is trying to eat all the unhealthy food he can get his hands on before we show up."

Circe let out a laugh as the both of us climbed into the car. I started the engine before pulling out of the gas station. Maybe the next case we take won't have any surprises.