Hey, I promised you that I'd upload a new chapter soon, amirite?

Sorry that this one is still kind of a filler, but I needed to get it out of the way.

I've got a few more chapters already written up, but my writing mind is blocked by some mystical force, called procrastination. OooooOOOOooohh! Help me guys, please! D:

"I can't help with the stares, but the food's good," Percy said as he and Annabeth led the group to the dining hall. They had stored their supplies at the base of the Pine Tree at the top of Half-Blood hill, as well as the sword. Dean insisted on carrying the gun with him. As he opened the doors, just as Percy said, the tables became silent and everybody turned to look at them. It was awkward for a few moments until Annabeth came to the front and stared everybody down, and the chatter resumed. They sat at the Poseidon table, which granted them a few more sideways looks, but enabled that they'd be able to talk in private.

The three newcomers watched as naiads and dryads served food, Percy and Annabeth piling up their plates. The nature spirits seemed hesitant to come near the two now-semi-mortals, but warmed up to them once Dean started flirting with a naiad. They steered clear of Castiel entirely, though, which was fine with him. One time, a dryad dressed in wildflowers tentatively went to touch his wings, and she almost exploded. He could barely hold the spell over Sam and Dean. Their magic couldn't mix. He kept his wings very close to him after that. Rolling his eyes at his brother, Sam got a few chicken wings and drumsticks, mashed potatoes with butter and gravy, salad, and rolls; it was a long time since they'd had a meal as good as this. Dean, of course, got pie (among other foods, but come on; pie). Two. Blueberry. But before they could dig in, Percy instructed that they had to sacrifice some to the gods. Namely, Athena and Ares. They walked up to the large bronze brazier and watched Percy and Annabeth for clues on what to do.

"Thank you, Athena," Sam said as he dropped the butteriest roll into the fire.

"Uh, Ares. Don't blow us up, please," muttered Dean. And of course, the best thing on his plate was the pie. Can't a guy catch a break?

"Okay, so talk," he said once he sat down at the table and started on his remaining pastry. "What's the deal?"

"While you two bargained to stay in the Hermes cabin, I continued to search the camp for clues," replied Castiel.

"Clues on what?" asked Sam.

"Ways to get back to our own world. It is imperative that we leave as soon as possible."

"I found him on the beach," Annabeth said. "He told me about your predicament, and I told him I could help."

"So you went to Olympus," Percy finished.

"Olympus? Like, Mount Olympus?" Sam asked.

"Yeah. Annabeth's in charge of reconstruction after that last battle. It's on top of the Empire State Building - just go along with it."

Dean sighed.

"Sure, why not? Keep going."

"When we got to the throne room - which needs more work, by the way - the gods and goddesses were arguing; something about a doorway. Castiel had to flash his wings for them to notice us."

"And they listened to you?" asked Sam.

"Somewhat," Cas replied. "They called me an imp."

Dean and Percy snorted.

"I convinced him to let me do the talking," Annabeth resumed. "Athena rounded up the other gods, and we told them about you two."

"...And?" Sam asked.

"Well, Athena took a liking to you, right away," Cas said. "She chose you, once we told them our plan."

"What about me?" Dean asked.

"Uh, Athena asked to claim you as well, but Ares made sure he would be the one who did it."

"He wanted you," Annabeth chimed in.

"What do you mean, Ares wanted me?"

"Zeus parted the clouds to observe you two, so that they would know if you were true demigod material. Once Ares saw you, he immediately knew that you were a warrior. He wanted that talent with his name, no matter what." She went back to prodding her food.

Dean was a little dumbfounded. A god, want him? As a son? Usually, things just want to kill him, not adopt him.

"What's Ares the god of again?"

"Fighting. War," said Cas.

"Awesome." Dean had suddenly lost his appetite. "Hey; how come Sam can read Greek but I can't?"

"Athena's the goddess of wisdom and battle strategy," said Annabeth.

"Huh. So why'd she want you? All of your plans suck."

"Because I'm the one who went to Stanford."

"You know, that reminds me," Percy said, who hadn't spoken throughout most of the entire conversation. "You three know almost everything about us, but the only thing I've gathered from you two is that you went to Stanford and you know your way around weaponry."

Chiron blew the conch shell, and everybody stood and turned to the front table.

"Half-bloods!" he boomed once everyone had quieted down. "Heroes! Tonight is the night of our weekly game of capture-the-flag!"

Cheers erupted from the tables, a roar so deafening that Sam and Dean almost had to cover their ears.

Suddenly, Percy and Annabeth burst into the pavilion from opposite sides; Annabeth along with a few of her half-siblings from Cabin 6 carrying a long, gray banner with a painting of an owl and a tree on it; Percy flanked by a satyr and a few nature spirits, brandishing a sea-blue banner with a golden trident. They must have snuck out while everybody was paying attention to Chiron.

"As many of you know," the centaur continued once the din had died down, "we have three guests here today; Castiel, and Sam and Dean Winchester. They will also be participating."

This time, whispers and murmurs and sidelong glances sprouted amongst the campers. Mortals and a monster, playing with them? They were kind of used to Tyson, but this was another matter altogether.

Someone from the Hermes cabin shouted, "But sir, mortals-"

"I'll have no complaints. They are our guests." A few more grumbles from the tables, but not as much as before.

"Now, the rules are the same. The boundary line is at the creek, and the flag may have no more than two guards. No binding or gagging prisoners, but they can be disarmed. Killing or maiming as little as possible. Once again, I will serve as referee and medic. All magical items can be used. Arm yourselves!"

The plates and goblets disappeared and were replaced with various helmets, shields, spears, and swords. Cas went to go talk to Chiron.

"Right," Percy said as he came over to Sam and Dean. "Annabeth and I are team captains; Sam, you'll go with her, Dean, you're with me. I'm blue, make sure you get the right helmet. Find whatever armor you can, grab a weapon or two. Oh, you'll probably want that sword that you got at the armory, Sam. We'll meet up outside later."

He ran off, grabbing a blue plumed helmet and a chestplate from the table. A second later, the satyr that was with him walked over.

"Hi, my name's Grover," he said, extending his hand.

"Uh, hi. We're Sam and Dean."

"Yeah, I gathered that," he said as he took their hands. "But . . . there's something off about you two. You don't smell like mortals. You're half-bloods." He started fastening Dean's chestplate for him.

"It's . . . it's complicated."

Grover rolled his eyes.

"I'm half goat. I'm employed by a god. I work with kids who have more guts than most adults. I use magic through reed pipes. My girlfriend is a tree. Doesn't get much more complicated than that."

Dean chuckled.

"It'll probably be explained later," he said, examining a knife and tucking it into his belt.

"Well, at least you'll have somewhat of an advantage. Without, of course, the enhanced reflexes and senses of a demigod." He moved on to Sam's chestplate.

"And that is?"

"Well, if you aren't a half-blood, our weapons can't hurt you. We'd have to use a regular mortal instrument, and those are rare. We'd have no need of them otherwise. You have the upper hand," he said. "If, you know, you can stay up."

"Good to know," Sam said, picking up a hed-plumed helmet. "Thanks, Grover."

After the satyr walked out of earshot, Sam turned to Dean.

"Dean, we're not mortal anymore. We'll get hurt by these weapons."

"I know. But they're kids; relax, how hard could it be to defend ourselves? It's just capture-the-flag."

"With swords!"

"With swords, yeah."

"I don't know. Something's creeping me out about this camp."

"Whatever."

They both put on their helmets, Dean grabbing a sword, Sam picking up a shield.

"Come on, Spartacus."

"Whatever you say, Spartacus."

"Bitch."

"Jerk."

And there you have it. You like the brotherly banter there? Hm? I know you do.

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