Percy felt like Dean would come outside and murder him any moment for sitting on the hood of the Impala, but he was simply following Sam's example. Sam read a newspaper article that Percy didn't bother to try following along with. If it was important, he'd probably be around for Sam's explanation to Dean anyways. Percy laid back fully with a sigh, staring up at the night sky.
It was only another minute or two before Dean left the bar and returned to them with a wad of cash in hand.
"You know, we could get day jobs once in a while," Sam raised an eyebrow.
"Hunting's our day job," Dean grunted, "and the pay is crap."
"Yeah, but hustling pool? Credit card scams?" Sam challenged. "It's not the most honest thing in the world, Dean."
"Well, let's see...honest...fun and easy," he held our hands for each phrase like a scale and tilted it heavily in the direction of 'fun and easy'. "It's no contest. Besides, we're good at it. It's what we were raised to do."
"Yeah, well, how we were raised was jacked," Sam frowned. Percy knew how he felt.
"Yeah, says you," Dean scoffed. "We got a new gig or what?"
"Maybe," he handed the newspaper over to Sam as Percy finally sat up. "Oasis Plains, Oklahoma—not far from here. A gas company employee, Dustin Burwash, supposedly died from Creutzfeldt-Jakob."
"Huh?"
"Human mad cow disease," Sam explained.
"Mad cow," Dean said thoughtfully, "Wasn't that on Oprah?"
Percy smirked at him. "You watch Oprah?"
He wished he owned a phone so that he could take a photo of Dean's face. The man stuttered out nonsense for a few seconds before clearing his throat and giving up.
He changed the topic, "So this guy eats a bad burger. Why is it our kind of thing?"
"Mad cow disease causes massive brain degeneration. It takes months, even years, for the damage to appear. But this guy, Dustin?" Sam raised an eyebrow. "Sounds like his brain disintegrated in about an hour. Maybe less."
"Okay, that's weird," Dean agreed.
"Yeah," Sam nodded. "Now, it could be a disease. Or it could be somethin' much nastier."
"Alright. Oklahoma," Dean got in the car grumbling, "Man. Work, work, work. No time to spend my money."
*****
It didn't take long to spot Travis once they arrived at the Oklahoma Gas and Power company building.
They approached him, and Sam said, "Travis Weaver?"
"Yeah, that's right," Travis nodded uneasily.
"Are you the Travis who worked with Uncle Dusty?" Dean asked him.
He frowned. "Dustin never mentioned nephews."
"Really? Well, he sure mentioned you," Percy smiled at him. Percy didn't think he was good at many things, but he was good at lying. "He said you were the greatest."
Travis's face mirrored the expression. "Oh, he did? Huh."
"Listen, we wanted to ask you...," Percy continued, "what exactly happened out there?"
"I'm not sure," Travis gave an honest shrug. "He fell in a sinkhole, I went to the truck to get some rope, and, uh...by the time I got back..."
"What did you see?" Dean raised an eyebrow.
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Demons, Demigods, and Winchesters (Supernatural/Percy Jackson)
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