Yes, I am finally updating after nearly a year. I am sorry it took me this long, but I keep starting different projects and get distracted by school. So updates will be sporadic, and if you have any ideas or thoughts on what you think will happen, feel free to share.

Dean didn't know what to think. First, he found out a boy he had been friends with, years ago, used to be an angel/demigod hybrid, but was now Knight of Hell, and a powerful one at that. Then he found out there was an entire camp full of demigods and had been attacked and nearly killed by a teenage girl. After that, his ego was a bit bruised, and as he followed Chiron to wherever he was going, his eyes flicked around, noting all the exits and possible weapons.

"Relax Mr. Winchester. No one will attack you here." Chiron said, startling the hunter out of his thoughts.

"I'd be fine if they did." Dean shot back. Chiton merely laughed, shaking his head.

"Of course you would Mr. Winchester." The centaur said easily, though his eyes sparkled with something akin to mischief. He stopped next to a door near the front of the Big House and stepped back into his wheelchair. Dean watched with disguised amazement as the horse body seemingly melted into the compact box, and where the centaur once stood, a teacher now sat. Chiron looked at him with a kind smile, then opened the door to his office and wheeled in. Dean followed him and looked around the room. All the walls were covered in pictures, the people in them ranging from seven to twenty. The Winchester looked at all of them, but one caught his eye.

"Who's that?" He asked, pointing to a picture with three people in it. One of them was definitely a younger Percy with the same lopsided grin, unruly black hair, and deep sea green eyes as the one he remembered. The person on his left was definitely Annabeth, with the curly blonde hair and fierce grey eyes. In this picture though, there was a wide smile on her face, as if she was laughing at a really bad joke. But the person standing to the right of Percy was someone Dean didn't recognize. Honestly, this didn't surprise him, as he hadn't met pretty much everyone in this camp, but still. The boy was a lot shorter than Percy, with curly light brown hair and a wispy goatee. From the top of his hair, you could see the points of what looked like horns poking out, and the boy wore a wide grin that mirrored his companions. Chiron turned to see where the hunter was pointing, and his easy smile dropped from his face.

"That is Grover Underwood. He was one of our scouts, and Perseus' best friend." Chiron spoke carefully, his voice teetering on the edge of sadness. "He was out looking for Percy before we heard he had been thrown in Tartarus, and we haven't seen him since." Dean looked at him quizzically.

"And you don't know why?" The wheelchair-bound man shook his head.

"No. Normally this wouldn't cause as much of a scare as it has, but Grover created an empathy link with Percy when they were very young. He feels everything Percy feels."

"So if Percy went through as much torture in Hell as we think he did, Grover could be dead?" There was uncertainty in the hunter's voice, but a faint underlying sense of horror. When Chiron nodded, confirming his suspicions, Dean shook his head. Chiron didn't say anything more as he pulled a gold coin from his desk. While Dean had been studying the photograph, Chiron had created a rainbow.

"O Iris, goddess of the rainbow, show me Thalia Grace, at the Hunters' camp." Hearing the word hunters, Dean turned around and stood next to Chiron, watching in bewilderment as the rainbow turned into something akin to a video. A girl electric blue eyes and a silver circlet nested in choppy black hair stared back at them. A tired smile appeared on her face when she saw them, before she turned and finished shouting orders behind her. Once the orders had been carried out, she turned to Chiron.

"Hey, Chiron. What's up?" She asked, ignoring Dean completely, which irked him. Damn, this girl was pretty. But one, she looked about sixteen, and two, he was in the middle of a job.

"Thalia, this is Dean Winchester." Upon hearing his last name, Thalia's smile pulled back into a soft frown.

"Winchester. The hunter Winchesters." Her voice had gone flat as she turned her attention to Dean.

"Yeah. You got a problem with that?" He asked, not letting his nerves dull his tongue.

"Actually, yes. Your kind had tried again and again to kill demigods. When we did nothing wrong." She said, her voice gaining a deadly edge.

"Thalia, not now." Chiron cut in, but Dean could have sworn he saw electricity running the length of Thalia's hand. "The Winchesters' are here because of Perseus." At that, Thalia went rigid. Her blue eyes widened, almost comically so, and she leaned forward as far as the rainbow message would allow.

"Why? What happened? Did you find him? Where is he?" As the girl rapid fired questions at Chiron, and the centaur did his best to answer, Dean thought back to something Percy had said earlier. Call off the Hunters looking for me. I don't want them to get hurt. They are led by my cousin, Michael's Sword. I don't want her dead. While Dean had been hung up on the fact Percy had called him Michael's Sword, what Percy said about Thalia being his cousin just now registered. Dean couldn't see much family resemblance if he was being honest. But he could see how much Thalia seemed to care for Percy, and could only assume the feelings were mutual.

"The Winchesters' managed to pull Percy from Hell, though we do not know how. As the Olympians feared, he was once an angel but now he is a demon. A so-called Knight of Hell. We haven't found him, though Perseus has shown us that he can find us whenever he wishes. We do not know his current whereabouts, though this call is about something much worse." Chiron spoke quickly, his voice staying calm as even Dean felt centuries old melancholy off of the centaur.

"What could possibly be worse in this situation?" Thalia asked, crossing her arms. Above her, Dean could see dark clouds beginning to gather and saw the wind picking up. He was so entranced with the unnaturally quick storm, he almost missed Chiron's next words.

"An attack is imminent on the camp. Things we have never faced before, and we may need the Hunters' help." Dean almost spoke out on impulse, almost said that they already had some of the best hunters, but somehow managed to keep his mouth shut. Mainly due to the realization that Chiron was not talking about his kind of hunters.

"We will be there as soon as we can. Stay safe." With those final words, Thalia swiped her hand through the message, dissolving it into nothing.

"Well Mr. Winchester, let's find your brother and meet the rest of the camp, shall we?" Chiron said, turning to the hunter. Dean who, for once, was at a loss for words, simply nodded and followed the centaur out.