Hey readers, sorry it's been so long... also I kind of hate my old writing, but eh whatever I'll write you another chapter:). Thx for all the nice reviews guys! ALSO: uh sry for spn mistakes bc see I never actually watched supernatural I just got into the fandom by reading a bunch of spn fanfiction...

Sam's POV

Sam watched Percy carefully from the side of his eye. The guy was totally focused on Dean (who was chatting it up with the officer). Percy didn't look to be more than 20 at the very most - or maybe even as young as 18 He seemed far too young to be involved in a career investigating murder. He looked like he should be in college or even high school. He was also too young to have been in Hell and then escaped. Sam frowned - he hadn't even known it was possible to leave Hell if you weren't a demon or didn't have divine assistance.

Maybe that was it? Percy could've been helped by an angel, like Dean was. But if that was the case, he'd know Hell as Hell, not Tartarus. He did say Tartarus didn't he... so he had to be a Greek pagan god worshipper. Could pagan gods get people out of Hell?

As Sam was pondering the mysterious circumstances behind their newest companion, he hadn't even noticed as the group had walked all the way to a nearby cafe. The police officer excused herself to attend another errand and the three were left alone at the restaurant. They sat down with a few sandwiches after ordering and Sam decided to indulge his curiosity.

"So, you're pagan, right?" Sam questioned Percy.

"Pagan? If you mean I know about the Greek gods and goddesses, then yeah, sure."

"Wait, you can be both pagan and a hunter? Don't pagan gods, like, kill people to get power?" Dean jumped into the conversation.

"I don't know what kind of pagan gods you're talking about, but that's not exactly the Greek ones. I mean Greek gods are cruel, petty assholes, but I'm pretty sure they're more interested in making babies than making virgin sacrifices or whatever you think "pagan" gods do. Also, what's a "hunter," because I feel like what I think it means is not what you're talking about..." Percy looked pretty confused.

"Hunters are, you know, the people that kill the monsters before they can kill us first. Aren't you one? I mean if you're not, I'd be pretty interested to know what you're doing pretending to be FBI at a suspicious crime scene." Dean grinned, amused.

"Making babies? Like with other gods? Still? Wouldn't there be new myths occurring about the offspring if they were suddenly coming into existence?" Sam asked intently at the same time.

"Oh I mean that's what I've been doing, I just never heard the term "hunter" before, or met anyone that killed monsters but didn't know about the Greek gods. And no, Sam, not with other gods - with mortals. That's how demigods are made, you know." Percy had a slightly patronizing tone, like he was explaining something obvious to a small child. Sam ground his teeth before getting distracted by his need for answers.

"Demigods? What? Uh since when?" Sam had never met one in his entire hunting career.

"Since forever. We've stayed hidden from mortals though, you know."

""We?!"" Sam said urgently. Dean watched them, looking mildly amused by Percy's casual answers in the face of Sam's intensity.

"Yeah, I'm a demigod. But it doesn't mean anything to the gods. All it got me was my mom's death, a childhood without a dad, and being constantly hunted by monsters." Percy explained bitterly. "They send their kids out to fight their battles, and don't give a fuck how many die in the process."

Sam backed off for a minute, sending how emotional the topic was for Percy.

He continued in a softer voice, "How come I've never met any of you, if I've been hunting for nearly my whole life?"

"We normally only go after Greek monsters, and that's only by accident most times. It's common for most demigods to die as kids because monsters are drawn to us, see, and once you're old enough, most go to a special camp that mortals can't get to. Demigods that spend schoolyears outside of the camp don't really go looking for monsters, like I'm getting the feeling that you hunters do."

Sam wanted to ask why Percy was the exception, but he knew it was likely not a pretty story (Sam didn't know a single hunter who'd gotten into the job purely because of altruism. They all had one thing in common in their pasts - death). Instead he looked down and the table drifted into an uneasy silence.

Percy's POV

As they sat at the table after Sam's interrogation, Percy tried to keep his mind off the memories Sam threatened to bring up. He searched desperately for another topic of conversation. 'Oh yeah! The case!' he realized.

"So, do you guys have any idea what monster killed Brent?" He asked quickly. He noticed Dean wince and Sam shot a glance at his brother.

"Yeah, we've... encountered this situation before." Dean said slowly. "It's a classic demon deal," he continued. Noting Percy's confused face, he explained further:

"Somebody makes a deal with the demon for some miraculous thing-"

"In this case, looks like fame," Sam interjected.

"-and 10 years later is killed by hellhounds and, well, taken to Hell to be tortured forever." Dean finished, looking down at the table.

Percy immediately looked at Dean, who seemed to be fighting off a grimace. Percy knew that just from the moment in Tartarus that he'd witnessed, most people would be mentally scarred forever, and he also knew that Dean had experienced hours, maybe even weeks or more of that agony. If Percy had gone through that, he knew he'd be a gibbering mess right then, not calmly sitting there as others spoke about the same horrific trauma he'd been through, and going after other monsters who would love nothing more than to repeat his experiences. Sam even looked worse than Dean. Percy started as he realized the impact his brother's death must have had on the man.

Percy looked down, not wanting to stare for too long at Sam and Dean, who were carefully examining the floor and ceiling, respectively.

"So what should we do about it?" Percy asked, wanting to move the conversation along.

"Honestly there's not much we really can do. The hellhounds go straight back to Hell after killing one person and crossroads demons only come around when they're summoned. The reason we came out here was to make sure no human is blamed, and because there wasn't much else that needed hunting at the moment." Dean explained.

"So what, we're here basically for nothing?" Percy was stunned.

"No, no, this is definitely still important! If we don't make sure this is ruled to be an accident or wild animal attack, some innocent person could be blamed and maybe even executed." Sam added.

Percy supposed this made sense, but he still wondered why they wouldn't just go after some other monster instead? 'Eh, whatever,' he supposed. 'I guess it's their business.'

All of a sudden Sam looked curious.

"So how come you were in Hell," he asked. Immediately afterwards he winced, pained and... guilty? Was Percy seeing this right? What exactly were the circumstances surrounding Dean's death?

"Oh, I fell in there by accident - had to find my way out." Percy said, still focused on Sam's expressions.

"You... fell in... by accident...?" Dean stated slowly, voice ripe with disbelief. "And you... found your own way out!? How is that even possible? Any of it?"

"Ah, you know, just the normal misadventures of a demigod, am I right?" Percy laughed a bit. While other wounds still bit into him, his time in Tartarus seemed far away enough he could joke about it easily.

He elaborated: "There were some special circumstances that caused an opening to Tartarus to open up, which me and my girlfriend fell through by accident. And yeah, it's possible to get out of Tartarus, just really hard. And I don't know if Hell's the same, even though, you know, they're technically the same place."

Dean shook his head, eyes wide, "Just... how..."

Percy smirked. "Some of us are just talented like that."

Sam had been silent for a few minutes, and Percy looked over at him. He looked like he was trying to hold off tears. his face was mostly blank but his eyes looked suspiciously watery. Percy had the sudden urge to hug him and keep him safe. Dean followed Percy's gaze and then abruptly changed the subject to ask about varieties of Greek monsters.

Castiel's POV

Castiel flew to Earth in a split-second flutter of grace. He knew Dean hadn't truly meant to call on him when he began thinking about him, but Castiel felt the odd desire to be around the hunters. He wanted to ease the distress his first meeting with them had caused. He appeared in an alleyway just outside the restaurant Dean, Samuel, and Perseus were at, and confidently strode around the corner and in the door. Castiel pulled out the last chair at the table and sat in it, keeping his eyes on the three in front of him the whole time.

Perseus grabbed a knife while Samuel and Dean each reached for a gun. They kept them under the table though, looking briefly at the cashier who stood not 10 feet away. While Sam and Dean's facial features varied more in their movements, Perseus kept his expression closer to human baseline (as Castiel had his own face). Castiel remained silent as the group seemed to wait for something as they stared at him.

Eventually Perseus blurted out, "Who the hell are you? Another hunter?"

Castiel responded, "I am an angel of the Lord."

There was more silence as the group kept watching him.

"Angels exist? Next thing I know you'll be telling me the Christian God is out there too." Perseus replied in an incredulous tone.

"They do, and He is." Castiel said.

Another quiet moment passed before Perseus spoke again, "What, that's all you're going to say? That's it?"

Then Dean spoke, "We don't know what he actually is, but he told us he's an angel too. He claimed he raised me from Hell."

Castiel remained silent. He didn't really know what else the group wanted from him. He'd answered their queries honestly and succinctly. He then remembered his purpose for coming to the cafe.

"Dean, Samuel, I will aid you in your upcoming trials."

"What trials? What's going to happen?" Sam questioned wildly. Castiel began to regret coming to converse with the two brothers. He seemed to be causing even more emotional distress now.

"The Apocalypse will occur soon. You will be heavily involved." Castiel knew he would get in trouble for revealing that much, and he still wanted to say more, but he restrained himself.

"Like fire and floods? That sort of thing?" Dean asked. Percy sat very still, just observing the interactions.

"Somewhat." Castiel prayed no angel was watching them at the moment. He wanted to leave, to escape ('there was nowhere they couldn't find him,' his mind whimpered) and at the same time he wanted to tell them everything, give them all the information he was in possession of. He was terrified and trying to escape the emotion only made it double its weight on him.

"Unless you have more questions I am able to answer, I will leave now." Castiel announced.

"Uh yeah we have questions, man." Dean drawled. Castiel lowered his wings from where he had lifted them as he'd prepared for flight.

"Like first of all, how come you know the Apocalypse is set to happen but you can't do anything about it? And why and how would we be involved in it?" Samuel asked.

"The Apocalypse is... planned by the heavenly host. I cannot tell you your individual roles at this moment, but they will be critical." Castiel flew away at this moment, not wanting to give away more that he might be punished for. He didn't see the stricken faces he left behind.

Note: Yes, I know Cas switched from using Sam to using Samuel in this ch. It doesn't mean anything, I just thought Samuel fit more with the whole Perseus not Percy thing. I'll prob go back and fix that on the other chapters.