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“C’mon hurry up, we’re losing it!” The shorter brother yelled as he tossed a gun to the other man.
Dean and Sam have been investigating some strange water related ‘accidents’ lately. Hurricanes, flooding, water moving on it’s own. Y’know, the usual. See, they thought it was some water spirit or something seeking revenge. Apparently they were wrong.
For the last couple strange incidents they’ve been seeing this boy there. Every. Single. Time. At first the two didn’t think much of it. But now that’s clearly changed, seeing as they’re currently chasing the poor boy.
Sure he didn’t hurt anyone or cause much harm yet, but he’s definitely not human. And if it’s not human, they kill it. Who knows how long until he does some serious damage.
Dean and Sam think that the boy is some kind of demon. He’s definitely’s not a spirit and doesn’t look like any monster they’ve seen.
And damn, he was fast. He must be running from people a lot if he’s this in shape.
‘Gods, why me,’
Percy was currently being chased by two crazy lumberjack’s with guns. I mean c’mon, he really can’t catch a break. First it was a bunch of monster attacks, what else is new. But now it isn’t even Greek monster stuff, it’s just two lunatic mortals!
He just had to hope he could eventually lose the-
“Oomph”
Really?
There’s no way that Percy just ran into a tree. Absolutely not.
As he fell to the ground and stifled a yelp, the two men closed in on him, their guns focused on him.
In that moment Percy did the only thing he could think to do, be the sarcastic shit he is.
“Woah, woah, woah. Chill your horses, no need to get so violent guys.” Ha, horses, get it?
“You’re not in any position to be negotiating.” The shorter man said.
“Well, this is awkward then,” Percy said, propping himself up on his elbows. His sea green eyes flicked between the two men, studying if they were a threat or not.
“I don’t usually get tackled by trees. You guys bribed it, didn’t you? No fair, that’s dirty play.”
Dean snorted but didn’t lower his gun. “Cute. Now quit stalling. How about you tell us what you are, Aquaman.”
Percy blinked. “Seriously? That’s the best you could come up with? Aquaman? I’m way cooler than that guy.”
Sam narrowed his eyes, circling the boy to cut off any possible escape route. “We’ve seen you at every incident, and we’ve seen the way water…obeys you. Normal people can’t do that. So, what are you? Demon? Witch? Some kind of water…monster?”
“Water monster?” Percy repeated with a grimace. “Really leaning into the stereotypes, huh?” He sat up fully, hands raised in mock surrender. “Okay, look. I’m not a monster, or a demon, or whatever. I’m just…complicated.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “Oh, I love when they say that. ‘Complicated.’ Means ‘I’m about to screw you over.’”
“No, it means I don’t have time to explain my life story to a couple of shotgun-happy lumberjacks,” Percy snapped. “But if you don’t lower those guns, I’m gonna show you what complicated looks like.”
The ground beneath Percy rumbled as water pooled from nowhere, swirling in an unnaturally smooth vortex around his feet. Dean and Sam tensed.
“Yeah, that’s not helping your ‘not a monster’ argument,” Dean said, his grip tightening on the trigger.
“Look, I didn’t start this, okay?” Percy said, his voice rising. “I’ve been cleaning up this mess! Some jerk is summoning hurricanes, and I’ve been trying to stop it. But nooo, let’s all blame the kid with the weird powers. Typical.”
Sam hesitated, lowering his gun slightly. “Wait. You’re saying you’re stopping the disasters? Not causing them?”
“Ding ding ding! We have a winner,” Percy said, rolling his eyes. “I’m the son of Poseidon. It’s kind of my job to clean up messes like this. And by the way, you’re welcome for me saving your ungrateful butts from getting flooded.”
Dean frowned, he’s had his fair share with pagan stuff. “Poseidon? Like… Greek god Poseidon?”
“Yes, genius,” Percy said dryly. “Now, are we done with the whole ‘chase me with guns’ thing, or do you need me to prove I’m not some evil water demon by drowning you a little?”
Sam and Dean exchanged a glance, both clearly torn. Finally, Sam sighed. “Dean… I think he might be telling the truth.”
Dean scoffed. “Seriously? He could be lying! This could all be some demon trick!”
“Yeah, because demons are super into saving people from floods,” Percy said with a smirk. “Totally their brand.”
Dean glared at him, but Sam stepped forward, lowering his gun completely. “If you’re telling the truth, then you’re on the same side as us. We’re hunters. We take out monsters, spirits, demons—whatever’s hurting people. So, if there’s something bigger going on, we should work together.”
Percy raised an eyebrow. “Work together? With you ? I don’t even know you.”
“Name’s Sam Winchester,” he said, extending a hand. “That’s my brother, Dean Winchester.”
Percy looked at Sam’s hand like it was a snake before shaking it reluctantly. “Percy. And for the record, I’m not thrilled about this. But if it means I can stop running from you guys, fine. Truce.”
Dean huffed. “Fine. But you pull any weird godly crap, and I’m not hesitating.”
Percy smirked. “Deal. But just so you know… if it comes down to it, I will so win in a fight.”
Dean’s eyes narrowed. “Try me, Fish Boy.”
Sam groaned. “This is gonna be a long day.”