Hiya, guys! I really really should go update my Avengers and Merlin crossovers, but I was kinda stuck in Supernatural. So for my better health 'cause I am going crazy in here with these ideas inside my head, I decided to make a new story. They're making me restless and there's an itch that won't go away. So I played with the idea of Purgatory, and how these two will meet. And finally settled into this, 'cause the first idea is totally unacceptable.

No need to be excited what will happen here. I have a fond thing of season rewrites, so this will be like a season rewrite of 8, 9 and possibly 10.

And, guys, I have a tumblr!

And there's this crisis that just a little bit maybe that I have water in my goddamn lungs.

Please give a few minutes to write to Jared. You'll find out more on his Facebook page or his Twitter account.

So my rant is over. Oh, and guys! No spoilers! I'm halfway through season 8.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Percy Jackson.

Now I'm looking to the sky to save me

Looking for a sign of life

Looking for something to help me burn out bright

I'm looking for a complication

Looking 'cause I'm tired of lying

Make my way back home when I learn to fly high.

~Learn to Fly, Foo Fighters

Chapter 1: Learn to Fly

Percy's head whipped at the high-pitched scream, cursing in Ancient Greek for his bad luck. He spun around at the new-found demigod, Riptide uncapped and firmly clutched between his hands.

He really was grateful for the gods caring for their sons and daughters, but do they have to send demigods to retrieve them? Oh, well, the least he could do is help. Besides, Apollo was in deep trouble the last time he saw him up close, and the sun god was looking deeply perturbed when he called Percy personally for an errand to do: there's a demigod, his daughter, and Percy have to go to guide her to Camp Half-Blood.

At the time, Percy was ready to protest, and if the sun god wasn't looking too sunny and looked so weary, he might've. But the demigod only nodded and gave the sun god a half-smile. He only got a relieved nod in return.

So, no, he wasn't going to blame Apollo for this.

However, when he turned to confront whatever unfortunate thing decided to face them, because really, what monster he hadn't faced yet (not that he was bragging, it really was stressful) and lived, he faltered, jaw slack.

The monster holding the daughter of Apollo, Joanne, wasn't any of the Greek monsters he ever encountered. His luck had finally ran out. When Percy whirled around, a man had his arms curled around the girl. But when he suddenly transformed, it stopped Percy short.

The man's head tilted back, and his face shifted—the mouth widened, growing impossibly larger that it swallowed his whole face, teeth growing bigger sharper, and— was that two tongues, a forked tongue, or tentacles?—came out of the gaping mouth, lashing in the air.

It happened in less than a second.

The man's face shifted back to normal, grinning menacingly as he tightened his arms around the helpless girl. Joanne squeaked, hands flying involuntarily to the man's arms. "One step further, and I'll eat her," the man growled, bringing down his face besides Joanne's and blowing gently against her neck, making her shudder.

He sucked in a deep breath and drew back, as if smelling something in the night air. "Delicious," he purred. "Master will not approve, but Master is gone, and I am alone, because I escaped and I ate through space and time. I told them it would work. But they didn't listen." Something in his expression shifted, becoming impossibly morose, then it was gone. "And I am hungry. This girl is a feast. Though I prefer eating you, young man," he said, winking.

Percy barely veiled the disgust from his face, though a plan was already trickling in his mind. "Fine. We'll make a trade: you let her go. Take me instead."

The monster smirked. "Making deals now, are we?"

Plan set firmly on motion, the demigod said, "Well, you did say I was more appetizing than the girl. Let her go, and I promise, I'll come with you."

The monster faked a thoughtful face for a moment, then, raising an eyebrow, he asked, "What are the chances of you not killing me?"

Probably zero. Percy quickly capped the pen and tossed it aside, showing emphasis on the throw. He knew he was playing a dangerous game, but he was sure this would work. He caught the girl's panicked eyes and tried to smile reassuringly. He held up his hands to show that they were empty, and said loudly, "I swear. I will not kill you." Yeah, right.

The monster narrowed his eyes, but he knew nothing about oaths. What's better, he didn't know that it was a giant loophole right there that the demigod didn't swore on the River Styx.

He shoved Joanne away roughly, making her stumble, but Percy only had his eyes on the monster, who was now advancing toward him, greed etched on his face, that transformed into that awful gaping mouth he once showed earlier.

Percy backed up a step, one hand feeling for his pocket for Riptide, when the monster sensed the shift in his behavior and started charging at him, tentacles lashing out.

The green-eyed teen neatly sidestepped and swung his blade. However, the monster anticipated the movement and dodged, missing the sword by a few inches and unbalancing Percy for a moment. Before the demigod could quickly recover, the monster's face reverted back to its normal state, and he threw a hard punch to the demigod's jaw, sending him flying.

There's a flash of brief panic in the demigod's thoughts, because holy Hera he was freaking strong before he crashed to the ground, seeing white.

As the green-eyes teen lay there on the ground, stunned and seeing stars, he hoped that Joanne had half a mind to run away and save herself because they were royally screwed.

The thought was barely even finished when a rock hurtled through the air and hit the man squarely in the forehead. Percy scrambled backwards, glad at the same time horrified at what or who caused the moment's distraction.

The monster whipped around to see little Joanne, barely twelve, standing there, shaking, but holding her ground resolutely. Thank Apollo and his powers of deadly precision and accuracy.

Percy shook his head to clear it and jumped to his feet, when Joanne narrowed her eyes and drew back, flexing her shoulders, and threw.

It hit the man's right eye, drawing black blood.

The green-eyed teen only had a moment of staring of horrified fascination when the monster's face opened up in a gaping mouth again, and Percy slammed the tip of his blade into the monster's back all the way to the hilt. Black substance leaked from the wound, and the monster's hands scrabbled helplessly at his chest, staring down at it in fear.

Then a sharp tug at Percy's hand made his eyes widen and looked at Joanne, who looked frightened and at a loss of about to what to do. "Stay back!" he ordered sharply. "Go to the hill. Just find the big tree. Okay?"

The girl backed off a step, eyes wide, as another tug brought Percy closer to the monster, unwilling to let go of his sword. He really had a nasty surprise when Setne swallowed his sword whole, and remembered being uncomfortably forced to use another sword that was unfamiliar to him. It just seemed so wrong, and he wasn't about to let it happen again.

The green-eyed teen gritted his teeth and tried to yank his sword out of the body of the monster, but he was tugged forward again, then he was falling, the scream (whose scream?) was fading, there was black dust (black dust?) everywhere, and he was still falling, falling, falling, then the growing blackness swallowed him whole.

And then there was nothing.

A groan forced its way past his parched throat as he slowly floated toward consciousness. He cracked open an eye, then immediately felt relieved and grateful that it wasn't too bright, wherever he was.

Wherever he was?

Then he sat up straight so quickly that it made him dizzy and breathless for a moment, and made him aware of the killer headache he didn't know he had. He took his sweet time together, fighting down the bile that started up to his throat.

Another groan made it way past his lips again when he didn't recognize his surroundings. At all.

The night sky was an inky black canvas up ahead, the stars dotting it completely unfamiliar (he can't even see Zoe's constellation, he distantly noted with slight panic) and apparently, he was in some kind of forest.

Percy recognized the glow of Riptide a few feet away from him, and he sighed involuntarily, climbing to his feet to retrieve it, glad for some familiar comfort and feel it gave in this creepy place.

Gripping the sword tightly, he held it up high and used it to illuminate his way past the trees and plants, looking for some kind of track or trail.

All the while, the massive forest was deadly silent. No sound of nocturnal birds or animals, or even anything remotely alive can be heard. He realized with a start that he can actually hear his own breathing, loud and harsh in the dark. The silence was deafening, and it was driving him crazy.

It was minutes later (or maybe hour an hour?) when something to his right rustled.

It was so sudden that he was sure he jumped a mile to the air, whipping around so quickly, sword held in defense in front of him.

"Who's there?" he called out, pleased that his voice didn't waver, despite the fact that his heart was slamming so painfully in his ribs. "Show yourself!"

Yeah, and the fact that it was the clichè lines in every movie that gets the character dead, or worse, that it made it more scarier.

He held Riptide higher, giving the space around him a yellowish-brown glow, allowing him to see better.

A branch snapped on someone's feet, and the person stepped into full view from behind the tree, teeth gleaming from the soft glow of the sword. He was short, with wild hair sticking out in every direction. He had a vague amused expression in his face, and maybe a little bit hungry.

"You're not a monster," the man said, Southern accent making his voice rich. His eyes raked the demigod curiously up and down, and Percy fought an instinctive step back. "But you're not fully human either." His lips curled upwards, eyes flitting for a moment toward the sword high in the air. "What are you doing here?"

Percy took a deep breath, wondering if he could trust the man. "Alright. First, why don't you tell me where are we?"

The man grinned amusedly, blue eyes taking his appearance once more. "You mean you don't know? Sweetie, we're in Purgatory."

The demigod's brow furrowed. "As in, Purgatory Purgatory? I mean, Heaven Hell Purgatory? Hah, no way. Last time I checked..."

"Yes, dear." The man laughed at his obvious predicament. "You truly don't know. Where did you came from? You smell..." He took a deep breath, "...delicious."

Now the green-eyed teen did back away, and tried to think of a topic that will distract the man. He was so screwed now. "I, uh, encountered a monster. Very big mouth, sharp, long teeth and tentacles. Bleeds black. Ring any bells to you?"

This time, the man looked uncomfortable. "That's a Leviathan. Leviathans are..." He paused, looking around fearfully at their surroundings, as if he expected anyone to jump at their throats any moment. He finally said, "...dangerous. Older than anything else, and you'd only be too happy to stay away from them."

The demigod exhaled a long breath. Great. Not that he was trapped in freaking Purgatory, he also managed to kill one of the big daddy monsters here.

"I can't help you anymore, sorry," said the man, looking sincerely apologetic. "Just remember that vampires are to be beheaded, werewolves are not immune to silver, and I don't know about the others, especially kinds like you."

"Oh, any mortal wound would probably kill me," said Percy offhandedly, fighting down the rising panic because vampires and werewolves aren't supposed to exist, right. "But you should know, I'm a demigod. Half-human, half-Greek god."

"Great, dear," he said, grinning, and Percy swore that fangs, fangs gleamed at his mouth for a moment, "Chris, and it's nice to meet you." He pouted. "Too bad we can't be together."

Then he was gone, leaving the demigod alone with his thoughts and newfound revelations that just dropped on him like a bombshell.

"Great," he moaned to no one in particular. "Just freaking great."

Two weeks later, he found himself face to face with a girl with strange tattoos running up and down her arms.

Not that he was counting how many days he was here rotting in Purgatory, and not that he was observing his newest attacker.

Not at all.

Because when should he be hungry or should he even be thirsty, he wasn't.

And that because he wanted it all to end.

His face was carefully blank as he regarded her. She wasn't a vampire; there was no telltale signs that she was squinting against the sun that was directly in front of her. She smiled; there was no telling that she was a werewolf until it was too late. His green eyes narrowed; she also didn't came by the mini-hurricane in black goo that the Leviathans do when they show themselves.

All in all, she was new.

And even if she was new, all she'd say was how delicious he was.

Seconds later, his predictions were proved right, but not the exact thing happened.

The woman in front of her smacked her lips and smirked. There was a hungry glint in her eye, like all the others he'd crossed paths with these past weeks.

And she charged at him, hands extended like claws. Percy dodged, surprised, his quick reflexes saving him from the last moment, because who knew what this woman will do to him.

The woman balanced her own body, looking surprised herself, before her features became ugly with an expression Percy knew all too well: hunger mixed with annoyance and frustration.

"Did you know how I wanted your blood?" she snarled, fingers twitching.

"Yeah," said Percy, tipping his head. "You, me, and every other godsdamn creature in this forsaken place."

He knew he was slipping in harsher language, but he couldn't stop himself for the past days' frustration was twisting itself into words.

"Right," the woman said, nodding as if it was perfectly normal to talk to your enemy that was also supposed to be your dinner. "You don't mess with the Leviathans; nobody does." Except me, thought Percy silently. "Mutts—them weres—were nasty. And of course, nobody knows what will happen if you drink vampire blood. Then there's the human—"

Human? Percy's eyes widened, mind whirring from the information. Human, she said, so there's a chance to escape this not-quite-hell-but-could-pass-for-it.

"—which was, of course, happens to be a hunter," she continued, unaware of the inner turmoil she caused. Then she grinned. "Then there's you. Our treat. Smells delicious even half a mile from you. You've been a buzz, boy."

"Yeah," he said, grinning. "Seems like I attract everyone with my good looks."

"And here you are, all mine."

The green-eyed teen snorted. "Fat chance." Riptide sprung to his hand, and the woman took a surprised step back. "Did the rumors also said that it takes an army to take me down?"

The woman charged at him again, abnormally fast, and the demigod swung the sword. It took her on the left arm, and she withdrew with a hiss, clutching it.

The woman's eyes bore on him, and he got a strange feeling that he was staring into his soul. Then she struck to the right, startling Percy out of his thoughts.

He was tired.

Percy swerved, taking her on, but before he could slash at her, the tattooed woman changed directions to his unprotected left side. The demigod tried to turn, but it was too late.

Those twitching fingers clutched at his arm, then her tattoos pulsed, and her eyes—the eyes that get him into trouble—glowed unnaturally, and it was the last thing that he saw before he sunk to darkness.

Percy blamed it on the lack of water.

Water may be the the last thing he needed, and in a span of two weeks, he hadn't found any source of water.

So, yeah, he blames it on water.

He rubbed a hand on his face, and yet for some reason, he wasn't tired.

What?

He sat up, and his eyes widened when he realized where he was.

He was back in their apartment. Better yet, in his own room.

There wasn't anything much that changed since he saw his room. As usual, his things were thrown haphazardly around the room without much thought, and the sheets around him wasn't much better.

Before he could do anything else, however, the smell of chocolate chip cookies wafted from the door that was slightly ajar.

He pinched himself on the arm, and yet nothing happened. Maybe he had to do better. The last thing he remembered was Purgatory, the woman with the tattoos, glowing eyes...

Just when he was just to force himself to fall asleep again to wake up, a voice floated up to him and called, "Percy, the cookies aren't getting any better down here!"

His mom.

Heart thudding painfully in his chest, he flew down the stairs and plowed into the kitchen.

There she was, with an apron around her waist and an entire tray of cookies in her hands.

Lightning quick, he tore the tray of cookies in her hands, no matter how appetizing they are at the moment, set it down on the table and hugged her.

Just because it wasn't real, it doesn't mean that he wasn't going to enjoy it.

Heart still drumming, he closed his eyes and breathed her in—the smell of her, and tried to plant it in his mind forever.

Now came the hard part.

"Mom," he whispered, fighting back the tears, "I gotta go now. Okay? Don't you worry for me. Just, just wait for me, okay?"

Sally drew back and gazed to his face, brow furrowing. "Where are you going? I just invited Annabeth to join us."

Annabeth. Oh, gods, how he missed her. "But I gotta go. Tell Annabeth I'm sorry."

Then he turned back to his own room, not glancing back once, though he had to retain himself physically. Because if he looked back, he wasn't sure if he could ever walk away again.

Because it's just a hallucination. It wasn't real.

He opened up the fire exit and breathed in the exotic smell of moonlace. He cut a sprig, tucking it carefully in his pocket, even though he knew that it will be gone later on.

Then he swung himself over the rails, looking down below, hanging from his fingertips.

It will be a painful way to go. Hopefully painful enough to wake him up.

Looking up once at the moonlace glowing faintly, he let go.

And could not suppress a panic, because it was the same thing that happened to him before, only Annabeth was gripping his hand tight, before they fell into Tartarus.

His shoulder slammed painfully at the pavement—

—and he was slammed back into reality.

The taste of copper iron hung heavy in the air, and he realized with a jolt that it was coming from his own blood.

The woman was nowhere in sight, and he was tied into a tree.

He struggled into his bonds, but they were tight around his waist. So he wriggled his hand and reached into his pocket.

He sighed in relief when his fingers curled around his pen. So he drew it out, uncapped it, and careful not to hurt himself, began cutting through the bonds.

"What are you doin'?" a sharp voice said, and he looked up to see another strange man with tattoos circling his arms. Dammit. Another one of them.

"The prisoner's escapin'!" the man said, yelling over his shoulder. "Come on!"

Another three of them sprung from behind the trees. Percy sawed the ropes more frantically, then finally, they came off, and he sent a quick prayer of thanks to the gods. If there were such things as gods here.

He eyed them warily as the ropes fell away, determined not to make the same mistake again.

Don't let them touch you.

All four of them circled him, intent on catching their prisoner again. Percy shifted his grip on his sword and dropped into defensive stance.

He let his mind sharpen his senses. The two on his front, another two on his back. The ropes, which he could use as an advantage, but for them also to use it against him.

The two on his right charged straight at him, and despite the direction, no way the demigod was letting the other two out of his sight.

The blade caught the man's shoulder, and he jerked back. The woman seemed aggravated by the sight of the wound, and Percy got the feeling that they weren't easily wounded often.

The demigod sensed the third one charged at him, so he ducked and whirled, stabbing the woman straight into the chest.

The man beside her howled, and he struck at Percy, anger and grief rolling in waves from him. The demigod easily dodged the blow, and slashed, cutting easily through guy number three's head, splattering crimson liquid everywhere.

He winced. There was blood everywhere. As much as he hated to admit it, he missed how he fought the monsters-the Greek ones, poofing into glitter dust when dealt with. Much less messier that way.

In his distraction, the fourth man before that he completely forgotten had sneak up on him and wrapped an arm around his throat, effectively blocking airway.

The other man approached him, hate and malice burning bright in his eyes.

The green-eyed teen was pushed down his knees, panting harshly, because the man had yet to release the choke hold. Riptide was thrown a few feet away from him, and his hands were restrained behind his back.

"I could kill you quick, you know," he mused, "but I would love to hear your screams. Over and over again, as I watched you dream something that will never come true."

The tattoos on his arm pulsed, and he inched a hand closer at the demigod's face, eyes glowing. He felt cold fingertips touch his chin, and to his horror, began slipping away.

No. Not again.

It was poison. Had to be.

Poison is part water, and he's a son of Poseidon.

So gods be damned.

Fighting the fog that was penetrating his consciousness, he focused at the hand, at the poison, a taint in his blood that was running, running through his veins, and with all the concentration in his mind, pushed.

There was a great tug at his gut that left him gasping, and he heard the man above him breathe sharply in surprise. The one holding him accidentally loosened his hold on him, and it was all the distraction that he needed.

He thrust his sword backwards, killing the man behind him easily, pulled it out without a sound mercifully and swung with all his might at the man in front of him.

He wobbled into a stand, utterly drained, and began to half-run, half-stagger in a direction, never once looking back at the carnage he wrought.

Finished! Chapter one is that for you guys. Our poor little hero is stuck in Purgatory, so y'all knew what will happen, but I'm gonna say it anyway: Perce will meet Dean, Cas and Benny on the next update. Tell me what ya think, 'cause I very dearly would love to hear from you.

Toodles!

BloodDarkerThanCrimson out.